Growing Up More
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 7: Friends for Life
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Friends for Life - The second book in the growing up series. Margot goes to school. Note: The first chapters are much darker than the first series. I have posted chapters 5, 6, and 7 earlier than expected because I wanted to move through the dark times faster. These took a long time to write because of how much abuse Margot suffers.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Lesbian School Incest Mother Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
I entered the car, or rather, my body opened the door and climbed onto the leather seat. The cold leather soothed my cuts while I stared at Coach Wilson, who sat in the driver’s seat in anger but with soft eyes. He frowned, but his eyes didn’t; they looked like Dad’s when I fell off my bike and scraped my arm. He stared at me like Dad did. With concern? But not possible. Dad’s dead, and I needed to join him. Only he loves me, loved me.
He spoke like at practice, but instead of “Margot, you’re screwing up again. Do your job,” he said, “Margot, put on your seatbelt.” My fingers had trouble with the end. I tried to push the buckle in three times. On my fourth, Mark growled and brought his hand up. I cowered against the door and let the belt go. Mark brought his hand across to hit me, or grab my breasts, or maybe to open the door and push me out. His massive hand scraped my chin as he grabbed the seat belt. The click of the belt buckle caused me to jump and whimper, but I didn’t cry.
He drove in silence while I stared out the window. When did he plan to rape me? He would kill me after, right? Why does he bother? Why did he care? Me, a useless, broken, worthless girl, almost naked, with foul fluids and gross stuff on my face.
As we drove on the highway, my mind spun out different scenarios: how to get him to stop, how to get away, and how to die.
We passed a long line of trucks. The wheels called to me. I could unbuckle myself, open the door, and just fall into them. Crushed, instant death. My fingers pressed the buckle button, a soft click, almost lost in the wheel noise, and as the seat belt retracted, it scraped my sensitive nipples and the cut on my neck. Mark must have sensed something because he turned to stare at me. Outraged, annoyed, and irritated, with narrow eyes, he reached for my belt as he navigated the highway. I sneered, growled, and grabbed the door latch.
Our eyes met, his wide while mine pleaded for him to understand. I couldn’t go back, not to Mom, nor Rebecca, and I had no one else, nothing else. I had to do this to end it, because broken things get tossed away. People throw garbage onto the highway, so why not me?
I pulled the latch, he lunged for the belt, and the car swerved. Lights blinded me, cars and trucks honked, the leather hurt as my naked ass ripped off it, but the fucking door didn’t open. The fucker had locked the fucking door. And before I could find the fucking unlock button, the fucker buckled me up. The fucker left his hand on the buckle so that I couldn’t unlatch it. A prisoner, Mark Wilson, had captured me, forced me, made me stay in the SUV, because the bastard hated me, wanted to punish me, to make me scream that I fucked up again, just like on the pitch.
I screamed at him, I hit him, I clawed at his hand, his arm, and made him bleed. He didn’t say anything, just held the seat belt buckle in a death grip. I smashed my head against the window and left a blood spot. I elbowed the door and slammed my fist on the dashboard, but the fucker wouldn’t let me go. Why does he care? He hates me, has always hated me, like the others, the leader of a team of spite and hate, cute evil little blonde girls, and their devil dad, with his perversions and his mind control over Lisa. He even fucked Mom. So just like the other Mark, a not-dad replacement that wanted to use me, and Mom for their sick pleasure. Well, fuck him.
Minutes, hours, maybe days, years later, my energy disappeared, and I collapsed against the door. Mark, the bastard, still didn’t release the buckle. How awkward to drive the whole way like that, especially as blood rolled down his arm, knuckles, and dripped on the leather seats. I hope it gets infected and they have to amputate his arm: poetic justice, or justice in an ironic way, whatever, justice in the sweetest way.
We arrived at my mom’s house. She stood on the front porch with Lisa beside her. Lisa wore no makeup and had tear tracks on her cheeks. She hadn’t done her hair, or the evening had messed it up. Her white jacket and white pants looked too bright for the night. I refused to look at Mom. I hated her. I hated Lisa, but I hated Mom more.
Mark slammed the door, and I jumped. Only the seat belt stopped my slide to the floor, where I would curl up and die, cause that’s a thing, right? A small white and black rabbit stared at me from under the bush. Beside it, three small white rabbits nibbled grass. Fuck you, rabbits. Don’t judge me. You live an easy life, eat, fuck, play with your friends, and avoid the hawk. No wonder people hate them so much, because they have it so easy, too easy, yet they stare at us in judgment with their black, dark brown, or blue eyes. Why did the black and white rabbit have blue eyes, while the others had black and brown?
Mom, Mark, and Lisa stood in the yard and talked. The rabbit’s eyes glowed in the moonlight, like demons, as if they called to me like a long-lost friend. I missed all of them, especially the black and white one. I realized that Mark no longer held the buckle and that I could escape when Mark, Mom, and Lisa entered the SUV. Mark sat in the driver’s seat, Mom behind me, and Lisa behind Mark, who once again grabbed the buckle.
I waved goodbye to my fellow demon rabbits as we drove away. Mom had her hand on my shoulder, which I hated but also loved, which didn’t make sense. I hated her so much, but her hand helped, and I had no idea why. Maybe it blocked my soul’s connection to Rebecca. Did I want that? I couldn’t feel her anymore.
A massive, white hospital appeared before us with grey and mirrored windows. The inside had doctors and nurses who asked too many questions and who didn’t listen to anything I said. At some point, I fell asleep in a bed that scratched and irritated my cuts.
Saturday morning did not happen. I did wake up, sensed people around me, and closed my eyes until I fell asleep again.
Saturday afternoon, the hospital people talked too fast and did things too fast until they let me lie in the quiet, darkened room with Mom. She had red-rimmed eyes and refused to look at me. Instead, she stared past me, out the window, at the birds in the endless blue sky, at the bright green trees, at the world that she wanted to enjoy, and not inside beside her broken daughter. I wish I had climbed that fence, because then Mom could get on with her life.
We didn’t speak. No one spoke to me. They talked near me. They talked about me, but never with me.
Sunday arrived with bright sunlight. Why does the sun shine so much in California? Why can’t the sky turn grey and rain like in New York?
A lovely, gentle lady visited and talked about stuff. I listened, but I didn’t understand and couldn’t answer her questions. I didn’t want to talk. She would never understand me anyway. Why did she even bother to speak to me?
That afternoon, people showed up. Coach Lisa and Coach Wilson. Anna, Tess, Fenna, Ada, Abigail, Zoe, Bella, Eva, Rachel, and Matt. I didn’t want to see them, but I enjoyed their smiles and concerned eyes.
They said ‘hi’ and then stood in the small room. They crowded the bed and bumped into each other. Rachel and Anna fought until Matt lifted Rachel away, and Tess dragged Anna to the other side of the bed.
Coach Lisa and Mom chatted while rude Coach Wilson spoke on his phone. Anna and Tess held Fenna between them. Fenna had red eyes, the blood vessels bright in the whites. She must have smoked up before her visit. Ada, Zoe, Bella, and Eva huddled in the corner over a phone. Matt and Rachel shared earphones, while Rachel bounced on Matt’s arm, like a child, her head against his. He held her without effort. Abigail talked at me about the latest thing Robert had done, something about failing English or getting the top mark in English. I couldn’t follow her story. Why did they come? They hated me, didn’t they? I deserved their scorn.
Finally, a doctor arrived and sent everyone out.
“How are you feeling?” The doctor asked.
What did he mean by that? My body felt okay except for the headache, but I didn’t feel good.
I just nodded my head and said, “okay.” What else could I say?
“Great, you are good to go home. Look after that foot, and I hope things are better tomorrow,” he said and wrote something down as he strode out of the room, into the busy hallway, and just missed a collision with Rachel as she snuck back into the room.
Did he even look at me? He must have, but I didn’t notice.
Mom helped me dress while Rachel tried but failed to help. Anna shouted at her, but everyone else stayed out of the room.
The walk past them took all my energy, and I almost passed out as Mom and I left the hospital, followed by the entourage of blond girls and one grumpy guy.
“I thought I lost you,” Mom said as we arrived in our kitchen, which looked the same but also very different. While clean, everything had a dullness. The silver faucet didn’t sparkle in the sun, and the floor had worn and dull sections, while the table had four legs and a cup of coffee, like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. Nothing had changed. Nothing.
“Mom, I...” I didn’t know what to say next. How could she understand? I don’t deserve her, and she doesn’t deserve to have a fucked-up daughter like me. Unable to move from the spot in the middle of the kitchen, I stared at a place on the wall. At a blemish that I had never noticed. I wanted to clean the smudge, but my arms wouldn’t lift, my feet wouldn’t move, and my body wouldn’t do anything I wanted.
“You talk when you are ready. Right now, I just want to hold you forever,” Mom said, and she did. Well, not forever, but most of the night.
I awoke Monday morning with Mom’s arms around me. We spent the day together. Not doing anything. TV, meals with actual food. I had my first real meal in weeks.
I called Charlotte. The time difference helped this time. She knew what I had tried, or failed, or didn’t try hard enough, to do, because she avoided all talk about Rebecca and how I felt. Instead, she talked about Tasha and the crazy orgy they had with Eric and his family.
Tasha had emerged as a ringleader, a sexual nymph who knew what everyone loved and directed everything. I guess I had never thought about it, but an orgy can get complex, with different desires and buried insecurities. Yet, Tasha knew Charlotte and Eric’s mom both needed the spotlight, so she arranged it so that both received attention all night.
Charlotte sent me a short video clip of the final act, which had Charlotte and Eric’s mom in a sixty-nine, with Charlotte on top, her breasts squeezed to the side, her nipples bright red against Eric’s mom’s pale white skin. The clip showed his mom under her thick thighs, her tongue on Charlotte’s clit while her husband slammed into Charlotte. Somehow, Tasha managed to capture Charlotte’s folds as they held his penis, like a glove, and the cum as he came inside Charlotte, which dripped down into Eric’s mom’s mouth.
I don’t know how, but Tasha also captured Eric as he fucked his mom, and filled her, which Charlotte cleaned. My insides tingled as I watched, but not like before, more like a soft bell that rang in the distance. I smiled at the correct places and chuckled when Tasha had an accident and shat while Eric fucked her ass. Thankfully, no video, but gross and disgusted, I almost threw up, but didn’t. Instead, I stared at Charlotte’s cleavage and wished to return to New York, where nothing bad ever happened. Except Dad.
After school, people showed up. Abigail and Robert sat outside and kissed, while Ada filmed and played with herself. Robert stared at Ada’s hand down her pants while he kissed Abigail. Still, Abigail didn’t notice as she demonstrated how to tongue swirl, how much head tilt, and how to put your entire soul into a kiss, such that your man would never look at anyone else. I smiled when she mentioned that because Robert stared at Ada as her hand moved up and down.
Tess cleaned the front room while Anna played Snakes and Ladders with Fenna and Julia. Julia complained that Fenna cheated, which caused Anna to laugh, because Fenna did cheat. Every time Tess bumped Julia, Fenna, or Anna, they would move Fenna’s piece a square or two further up the board. I know that Julia noticed, but she had so much fun getting outraged that she didn’t stop them. At one point, Fenna moved her piece up a whole row, which caused Julia to grunt and launch herself at Fenna. Julia’s hands went into Fenna’s armpits. The more petite girl tickled Fenna until Fenna admitted that she cheated, but not before Fenna’s shirt ended up over her face, her massive breasts out of her bra, and Fenna may have peed herself a bit with laughter. Julia didn’t move the game piece back.
Eva and Sofia sat on the sofa, and while Eva told jokes, Sofia played with Eva’s breasts. Eva had her yellow tank top straps pulled between her breasts, which caused the nipples to point out sideways. Sofia’s finger bounced between Eva’s nipples like a pretend trampoline. Back and forth.
“What are breasts without nipples?” Eva asked.
Sofia grinned, flicked Eva’s right nipple, and said, “Pointless.”
Sofia ran her finger around Eva’s little bumps around the nipple, and Eva asked, “What do the little bumps say in Braille?”
Sofia said, “Eat here,” and leaned down to lick Eva’s left breast, which caused Eva to squeal and giggle.
Lisa and Mark drank coffee with Mom in the kitchen, while I sat in the living room chair, stared at the TV, and not at the girls. I couldn’t tell you what I watched because the girls made me giggle and laugh, which caused my face to hurt. I hadn’t smiled in weeks or months, which didn’t make sense, as I had Rebecca, my soulmate, who hated me. I didn’t deserve her. But I did wish she would take me back.
Rachel broke my inward spiral as she emerged from my room with my tentacle dildo and said, “Check this out. If we get a few more of these, Mat could be an octopus for Halloween.” I laughed, but Matt rolled his eyes and walked over to me.
“Do you want a shoulder massage? Or a foot massage?” Matt asked. I shook my head no. Matt lifted me and stole my chair. But I didn’t care. I just curled up in his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. Matt smelled of lavender and chlorine, and his damaged hair poked my sensitive skin. With his arms around me, I felt safe, comforted, even loved.
“Why don’t you ever hold me like that?” Rachel yelled when she returned from my bedroom. Anna hit her. Julia said, “I want cuddles like that.”
“You never sit still,” Matt said to his girlfriend, Rachel, and then to Julia, “I have a big lap.”
Julia abandoned the game, which Anna complained about, until Tess took over for Julia and moved Fenna’s piece backward. Fenna complained, but didn’t stop her. She still had her breasts out. The massive things kept ‘accidentally’ knocking pieces of the board. Fenna’s huge wet spot at her crotch made her grey pants almost black and drew my stare.
Anna kept pushing Fenna’s breasts off the board, which caused Anna’s and Fenna’s pieces to move higher on the board and Tess to get frustrated. I giggled at Tess’s forehead lines and scowl each time Anna innocently played with and moved Fenna’s breasts.
While big, Matt’s lap didn’t fit us both, so I ended up partially in Julia’s lap. Matt’s large arms held us both, while Julia had me. I grew hot and wanted to move, but my body ignored me. Julia stroked my hair, perfect, soft. Her fingers moved down my neck, around a cut that sent a shiver down my spine and caused my muscles to seize. Still, Julia’s fingers circled the cut, snaked down my vertebrae, touched the edges of cuts, circled each one, and moved around. Matt’s breath tickled my ear, which made me feel safer.
I woke up in my bed in Julia’s arms. She had a cute wheeze as she breathed. She smelled wonderful, and her smooth skin warmed my rough, scabbed skin. The sun peeked through my curtains to highlight dust motes that sparkled in my air. I shifted in bed to stare at Julia. Both naked, I moved her hand to my hip, between two cuts, and leaned my head on my hand.
She had a small, round face with dirty blond eyebrows that I had never noticed. Her hair had streaks of platinum blonde, almost white, thin strands, much thinner than mine, and a five-dot birthmark under her left ear and a red pimple on her nose. Her teeth shone between pale pink lips that had a slight pucker. I kissed her forehead. She mumbled something, stroked my hip, and touched a cut that caused me to wince. Her eyes shot open. “I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry,” she said, bolted out of bed, and ran to the washroom. She had beautiful, perky, red-capped breasts and almost no bum.
I smiled at her reaction. The touch didn’t hurt. It just surprised me. I grabbed an XL sweater that had belonged to Dad, a New York University sweater that we had bought when we toured the campus. I didn’t want to go there, but Mom wanted me to, so we bought it to please her.
Julia sat on the toilet. I draped a housecoat over her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and then kissed her lips when she offered the kiss.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch your cut, and nothing happened, you just, you know, you needed someone, or rather, someone needed to stay with you, cause, well, Anna said so, you know, Matt, he has such big arms, he dropped us off in your bed, and you had sweated, so, anyway, good morning, sunshine,” Julia said. She farted, followed by a splash. We both giggled, and I left to find coffee. Mom, Lisa, and Mark sat in our kitchen, much like the scene after the party seven or eight weeks ago, only this time, a different Mark typed on his phone while the women whispered.
“There’s some coffee in the pot. Ask Julia how she likes her coffee and bring her some,” Mom said and lifted her ‘I Heart Rabbits’ mug I had bought her as a gag gift for putting up with our front yard bunnies.
“She only drinks Lady Earl Grey tea,” Mark and Lisa said in unison, glanced at each other, then chuckled. “With one teaspoon of sugar,” Lisa added.
“I only have mint and maybe some chamomile,” Mom said and pointed to the cupboard that contained our coffee stash. No one ever drank tea in our family, except when sick.
“We’ll get her some when we drive her home before school,” Mark said and took a sip of coffee, made a face, and said, “I have to get you a better coffee machine. How can you drink this stuff?”
Mom chuckled and took a loud sip. “Like this.” Mom hadn’t smiled like that in weeks. She even kept her smile as she glanced at me. I liked it.
I poured a cup of Mom’s bitter coffee, black, because I had acquired a taste for the strong stuff. Although I agreed with Mark, Mom needs better coffee.
Lisa had done her makeup and pulled her hair back in a ponytail, the perfect California beach mom, with well-tanned cleavage, pink lips and fingernails, a white sports bra, and a way too small skin-tight black half top that accented her bra instead of hiding it. Mom also wore makeup, light eyeliner, and while she had puffy red cheeks, her eyes appeared bright, framed by well-brushed hair that cascaded down her back.
Julia had finished and dressed by the time I entered my room. She vaguely reminded me of Rebecca, with her thin, defined arms and beautiful face, but rounder, cuter, with kissable lips that I wanted to kiss, to lose myself in her. Julia could replace Rebecca. She could help my soul heal.
“So, like, thanks for staying,” I said. Julia smiled at me and sat on the edge of my bed. She appeared tiny in my room, and I didn’t know if I should sit beside her. My heart fluttered as I thought about what things we could do, the things I should have done last night.
“Did you hear about Zoe?” Julia asked. Before I could shake my head, she launched a confusing, disjointed explanation that I didn’t fully understand until after she left with Lisa and Mark.
Zoe had moved to NASA, something about math, and a job, and Lise had a boyfriend or a boy toy, not sure, who Fenna hated but Bella loved. Abigail’s mom attempted to break up Robert and Abigail by seducing Robert’s mom, but the plan failed because Robert’s mom only liked older men. Julia mentioned other stuff about Bella and Ada, but I didn’t understand. But I did understand that Zoe wouldn’t return to the team in the summer, so they needed one more girl. Which made my heart soar, as if they had kicked me off the team, they would require two new girls.
Mom and I spent another day on the couch. That night, Lisa, Mark, Anna, and Tess came by with Szechuan. Anna and Tess left, but Coach Lisa stayed. Coach Wilson, Mark, also remained.
Mom and I sat on the couch, cuddled together. Lisa sat on the other side of Mom, while Mark sat in the chair and typed on his phone. The episode of a stupid doctor show had just ended when I started to talk.
I told Mom everything.
I told her about not eating.
I told her about the drugs and the parties and the alcohol.
I even told her what happened at the hotel with Rebecca and her dad.
Mom held me. Coach Lisa held us.
Coach Mark left. Coach Mark sucks at emotions.
Something broke inside me as I told them.
Coach Lisa explained that they didn’t have a video. Rebecca just wanted to manipulate me and cut off my support.
I cried.
“I have to go and find Mark before he kills him,” Coach Lisa said and left.
Good, let Coach Mark kill the bastard, although I worried about Rebecca. As soulmates, this bump in the road couldn’t derail us, but I needed time away from her. I grew confused. I wanted Rebecca to take me back, but she scared me. Just the thought of her made my heart break. I even felt guilty about Julia sleeping over, even though nothing happened.
Mom slept beside me that night. I felt so small and broken, but protected and safe.
On Wednesday, I returned to school.
Abigail’s mom drove Abigail and me. She talked the whole way about her husband and how he never wants to do anything fun. Some things never change.
Fenna and Lise met us in the parking lot, and like a safety net of blond girls, they surrounded me as we walked to school, with Lise in front, Fenna at my side, and Abigail on her phone behind us. I didn’t want to go back to school. I still felt so tired, and I could barely walk, but I also wanted to stay strong. Fenna held my right hand, while Lise held my left. Abigail rushed ahead and videoed her entrance into the school for her fans.
What if Rebecca wants to get back together? Could I say no? Should I say no?
And there she stood. The middle of the hallway. She wore a soccer red and blue US soccer jersey with black shorts that didn’t fully cover her ass. Her long, toned legs ended in white ankle socks and red and blue Converse shoes. Other students moved around her. She didn’t appear mad, just disappointed in me.
“Why are you with them?” she asked and pointed to Lise, Fenna, and Abigail. The lines on her forehead deepened, her nostrils widened, and she sneered. A scent of mint slammed into me, and my spine tingled with memories of bathrooms, hotel rooms, and all the intimate moments we had, until I fucked it up.
“I...” I tried to answer, but nothing came to mind. Half of me wanted to scream and tell her to fuck off. Half of me wished to rush into her arms. Another part wanted to turn around and run. Too confused, I froze.
“Fuck you, Rebecca,” Fenna said and stepped towards Rebecca.
While bigger than Rebecca, Fenna appeared small with thin, fleshy arms next to Rebecca, who stood like a warrior woman. A force of nature, why would Fenna get in her way? And for me? After what I did to Fenna.
“Fenna, you’re fucking weak,” Rebecca said and pushed Fenna. Fenna fell to the floor. Students stopped to watch, and a couple pointed their phones at us. Fenna’s blonde hair covered her face, but it couldn’t hide her sneer, murderous eyes, flushed face, and white fists while she fumbled and tried to stand without arm support.
Lise and Abigail rushed to stand between us. Two twigs against a gale-force storm. Rebecca pushed them aside like they weighed nothing. Both girls bumped into spectators and didn’t fall.
“Margot, we’re soulmates,” she said, inches from my face. Her mint breath almost made me gag, but I wanted to kiss her lips. For her to hold me, protect me. I wanted her, even after everything, I wanted her to take me back.
“I...” I started to answer when Anna appeared, screamed, “Fucker,” and punched Rebecca in the face. Anna, like a female version of Mark, had the same lines between her nose, the same chin, but she had both her mother’s and father’s eyes, full of fury, determined, ready to do anything, a feral beast that hadn’t eaten in months.
Rebecca’s head snapped back but returned as if on a spring, with a cut on her cheek and murder on her face.
“Fuck you,” Rebecca said and stepped to punch Anna. Rebecca’s knuckles had minor cuts and abrasions. She appeared calm, like that moment before the storm arrived and destroyed the city.
Then Tess broke it up. No, Tess slammed into Rebecca. Tess’s blonde hair whipped around her head, her body as strong as Rebecca’s, maybe stronger, more fearless, and protective of Anna and of her friends.
Down, Rebecca sprawled on the floor with a shocked face and wide, maybe fearful eyes, but Rebecca never shows fear. Tess stomped her foot down on Rebecca’s head. Anna kicked while Rebecca curled up in a little ball of blue, red, black, and sunburnt skin.
A teacher appeared. Two teachers appeared. Many teachers appeared and broke up the fight.
They separated everyone and sent everyone home.
Everyone received a two-week suspension. Even Rebecca received a two-week suspension, during which she spent half the time in the hospital.
I learned later that Coach Mark had gotten Rebecca’s dad fired from his crappy job. He didn’t hurt the man, but apparently, someone set fire to his car.
Julia and Eva sat with me in my bedroom while Mom made dinner. Sofia planned to join us later. We talked about stupid movies, songs, and school rumors. My head spun, and I had trouble with Julia’s explanations.
The three of us, cross-legged on the bed, my sheets just washed and smelled of lemons, which Eva complimented me on twice already.
Sofia arrived in anger and screamed, “What are you doing with those two sluts?” Her yellow shirt clashed with her orange shorts, likely on purpose, because she knows how much orange bugs Eva. Her chest heaved, and her nipple dents pointed at us.
Eva giggled while Julia said, “Like, don’t call my friends sluts, they’re more like whores, or nymphomaniacs.” Sofia kept her lips tight together, her eyes thin slits, and clenched her fists tight.
“Not you, stupid, Margot, she needs to keep better company, like me,” Sofia said as her smile emerged and she jumped onto the bed to hug me. Julia jumped on us, while Eva stayed cross-legged on the other side of the bed.
Sofia kissed my forehead, and Julia tried to tickle Sofia, which didn’t work.
“I’m not ticklish, but you are,” Sofia said and tickled Julia until she fell off the bed and landed on her elbow. The little blonde girl couldn’t stop laughing as she rejoined us on the bed. Sofia had her arm around my shoulders and licked my ear. I ignored her. No way would I give her the satisfaction of showing it bugged me.
“Why did the lemon go out with the prune?” Eva asked, her blue eyes shone, while her braces sparkled. She had pulled her hair into a long blonde braid and wore a white crop top with a lemon cartoon waving on the front. Her black skirt rode up her legs, and dark pubic hair peeked out under her pink panties.
“Are you calling me a prude?” Sofia asked with a giggle as she tried to lick my nose, but I moved too quick, and she licked my cheek instead.
“Prune, it’s like a different fruit, and like, totally, yes, you are my prune,” Eva said with a smile.
I watched Julia from the corner of my eye. She radiated sex appeal. A white, skin-tight top that accented her budding breasts, her red nipples semi-visible under the stretched fabric. Her black skin-tight leggings gave her a camel toe with the cutest little wet spot in the middle. Our knees touched, and her mint fragrance caused me to desire her. I wanted to kiss her kissable lips, soft, pink things that reflected the bright bedroom lights.
“So, like, why?” Julia asked. Her pink tongue touched her bottom lip. I wanted to touch her tongue, her lip, but instead I pushed her shoulder and said, “Cause she couldn’t find a date.”
Eva laughed, Sofia laughed, but Julia stared at me and asked, “But why would she want a date? Prunes taste better, dates are, like, completely, and totally gross.”
“Yes, but dates that you go on with people that you like are fun. Like, Julia, would you like to go on a date with me?” I asked. My heart pounded. I wanted to go out with her, and more. But what if she didn’t want me?
“Oh, date, as in a date, that’s so stupid,” Julia said. Sofia giggled, and I hugged Julia and kissed her cheek.
“Lemon, see if you understand my next joke,” Eva said with a grin.