Chapter 5

All four of them entered the room, and immediately, Tori set the heater on high. Sierra joined her and they rubbed their hands together in front of the warm air. Neither of them gave any thought about the size of the room or the bed, but Cindy and Mandy stared at each other. Cindy had never spent the night with anybody other than her husband. “Um, I thought he said single beds, not one bed per room.”

“Mm, me too,” Mandy said. “At least he was wrong about the size. That’s probably a full size.”

“We want this room,” Sierra said.

“Yeah, you guys can have the other one,” Tori said.

Mandy and Cindy’s expressions matched; both asking, since when did I start taking orders from you? The girls were too busy scoping out the room and the HBO guide to notice, so Mandy shrugged and they exchanged a smile.

Cindy opened the door to the adjoining room. It was a replica of the one they were in, except everything was reversed. Mandy said, “Probably be better this way. Those two will want to stay up talking and watching movies all night.”

Cindy nodded, told Mandy she would get their bags, and turned to the girls. “Keep it down over here, and don’t disappear without telling us where you’re going.”

“We will,” Sierra and Tori promised.

Cindy went through the door, pulled it closed, and tossed the suitcases on the bed. Mandy finished setting the heat and said, “I think the bar was open. Do you wanna get a nightcap? It’s been a helluva day.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

Sierra dropped on the edge of the bed and sprang back to her feet. “This is kinda cool, having our own room, like being adults.”

“We are,” Tori said. “We can’t vote yet, but everything else, practically.”

“Maybe for you,” Sierra said. “You can drive and get to do a bunch of stuff. My mother, jeez, you see how she is.”

“You’d be surprised how protective Mandy can be,” Tori said, “fiercely protective.”

“She’s tough, isn’t she?” Sierra asked. “Like you.”

Tori nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, tougher.”

“Thanks for handling that jerk for me,” Sierra said. “Imagine how humiliated he would’ve been, well, how much more humiliated if he knew you were a girl?”

“Mm, he’s lucky I didn’t stuff his ass in that transport unit and lock the door,” Tori said with a proud grin. “Time to throw some cold water on Saotome and show you I got more than you.”

Sierra watched the black-haired male version of her favorite character remove his boots. He had exercised some code of honor when he punched that boy. Her real-life boyfriend probably wouldn’t have done that. It made her heart thump, and some other things happened too.

It was stupid having a crush on a cartoon character, especially when he turned into the red-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful female half. Although, they were both strong and would make a great BFF. I wish Tori could always be both so I didn’t have to choose. “Which half of Saotome do you like best?”

“Ah,” Tori sighed as she released the ace bandage wrapped around her chest. “Right now, I love this version. God, that’s better.” She turned around and faced Sierra. “Whose dumb idea was it to stay in costume?”

“Ahhh, it was, um, yours.” The girl was unabashedly topless and more endowed than Sierra had expected.

“It was a stupid idea,” Tori said. “What are you waiting for? Come on, let’s see ‘em.” She pushed her tits to the center of her chest. “I got this, I’m sure.” Her swollen nipples were dark chocolate atop milk chocolate hills.

“Not a chance,” Sierra said, slowly unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up. She was embarrassed. “Okay, here goes.” She unhooked last year’s bra, and it sprang open. Her tits fell and jiggled into position on her chest. Tori gave Sierra the look she expected, so she hung her head.

“Whoa, when did you get those?” Tori asked and moved toward Sierra.

She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. “I’ve had this version since summer vacation. They were big before summer, but when I went back to school this year ... everybody noticed. My best friend said they were too big.”

“Sierra, there’s nothing wrong with them,” Tori said. “You’re the prettiest Scout Mars I’ve ever seen and an even better-looking Sierra.”

She looked up and saw an expression on Tori’s face that suggested they would hug, but their tits would have to touch. Say something stupid, Sierra thought, but it was too late. Her new friend hugged her. How come she didn’t know how soft a girl’s breasts were when she had touched her own so many time?