My hand rubbed slowly up and down her thigh. “Yeah, a few. The blonde with the red shirt, the blonde with the white and gold shirt, the black haired... one in red and the redhead in black.”Her eyebrow raised at me. “No brunettes huh? What’s a matter you don’t like brunettes?”It was my turn to laugh. I pulled Heather down on me and kissed her neck. “Why would I need another brunette when I have you? You’ve set that bar too high, my dear.”She laughed and poked my stomach. “Mmhmm.”“Okay, no more. “Well, it looks like fate has brought us back together in the most unlikeliest of places.”Oh no. Please god no. It can’t be…Turning around at a snail’s pace, I came face to face with Miranda Carpenter. The last person in the world I wanted to see today. The last person I wanted to see…ever.“Miranda.”“It’s been…so long. How are you?”Miranda and I have a history. A complicated one. When Claire was in grade school, I went to one of her parent teacher conferences. One of the ones where all the. The scream of shockI'm sure could be heard for miles as I chanced a glance back to see thenow familiar smirk of superiority across Skye's face as she fucked hergirlfriend into oblivion."Such a HOT... LITTLE... FUCK," she emphasized with each poundingstroke, as the watering of my eyes slowly turned to tears."No, please..." I barely audibly whispered."Shut up you little cum whore!" So... ohh God, no... Fuuuuuuuck," the words leaked through my paintedlips."You want that hole filled too, you little. She lay back on the bed and I again kissed her mouth and her lips parted for me and sucked in my tongue. I fingered and thumbed her nipples which were already enlarged and hard as nuggets. Then I kissed her all over: her face, her hair, her ears, her shoulders. She wore her favorite gold chain and I traced my tongue along the length of it around the sides of her neck.‘Jesus’, she thought to herself as she fondled the chain, ‘This kid doesn’t miss a trick’. The skin on her neck felt clammy to.