Author's note-Here's another chapter of Shady Ship.
This chapter contains lesbian sex.
If you love Shady Ship, make sure you leave a comment, tell me what you liked and give me some appreciated feedback.
All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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"Jenna, wake up." Irene said, waking Jenna while shaking her with the hand not holding a shotgun.
On the bed she had slept in earlier, Jenna put a bit distance between herself and the shotgun-armed Irene.
"Isn't that Carlos's? What's going on?" Jenna said before moving off the bed. She spotted Tucker standing beside an unconscious, bedridden Stacie. The girl was in the bed between two others, her coat on. "Is she sleep?"
"Not the good kind." Tucker said, his hand against Stacie's head, as if she was his best friend.
"What? What the fuck happened to her?!" Stacie said, longing to slap Tucker and Irene, enraged at them, enraged at herself for having had sent Stacie off to let herself have Devon's big, Black cock. Jenna took quick steps, shoved Tucker a bit, almost making him fall. Jenna held her best friend's hand, warm tears blurred her vision. She wiped them with her free hand when they were near her lips. "My girl. What the fuck did you two idiots to her?!"
She turned her head to Tucker, made eye contact with Irene.
Jenna gritted her teeth before saying, "You're smart. Answer the question!"
Irene had a shotgun, but Jenna viewed her as a girl who deserved hurt.
Irene handed the shotgun to Tucker, gave him shotgun ammo. She said, "Sorry, Jenna. Tucker told me she fell in the cougar blood. He killed it, but Stacie's sick now."
"Whatever." Jenna said, turning her head to Stacie, who had been her friend for almost her entire life. "Stacie, wake up for me. Please, girl."
Stacie's eyes did not open.
Jenna cried a bit harder.
"Where's Devon?" she said, her voice shaking. She turned her head to Tucker.
"We don't know." Tucker said. "And Irene told me she ki-"
"I don't fucking care what Irene did!" Jenna said in a yell. "Both of you just get the fuck out!"
Irene shook her head, left the room without throwing Jenna an insult.
Tucker made no move to exit the room.
"I'm sorry. And I really don't know where Devon is. The twins are still missing, too. Also, I-" Tucker started saying.
Jenna glared, as if she had no issue with murdering Tucker if she had to.
Tucker forced a smile before saying, "Okay. I'm going."
He left.
"Go to a different room! I want to be far away from both of you!" Jenna said, far from longing to hug her two friends. She brought her focus to Stacie, stroked her brown hair. "I love you, Stacie. You're always going to be my best friend. And my sister."
Jenna and Stacie did not have the same parents, but Jenna wished they did.
Jenna would die for Stacie, if she had to.
What Jenna felt for the girl was a friendship that transcended labels.
She pressed a kiss to Stacie's hand, kept standing, watched the girl remain in what could've been a coma.
"It wasn't worth it." Jenna said, referring to the fun she had shared with Devon. "I should've let you stay with me. I'm the dumb bitch, Stacie. But I promise I'm never sending you off. You're going to wake up, then I'll tell Carlos to take all of us away from here."
Jenna kissed Stacie's forehead after moving the girl's bangs.
She stayed standing.
"Jenna, we really have to talk. And I'm the one with the shotgun, so don't tell me to fuck off." Tucker said some time later. Jenna turned, trained her eyes on Tucker stepping into the room as Irene accompanied him.
Jenna released an burdened sigh, but she didn't release curse words or insults.
"A red monster attacked Irene. She killed it. She has a video and pictures of it too." Tucker said before running a hand through his hair. "There might be more. We don't know."
"And I don't care." Jenna said.
"I let it have sex with me." Irene said.
Tucker lowered the shotgun to the floor, wrapped his arms around Irene while saying, "You didn't tell me."
Jenna turned her head to Stacie after Irene hugged Tucker. The blonde said, "She killed it. So, we're all fine, except for my Stacie. Both of you made her like this. We were looking for you, Irene. And Tucker, you were with Stacie. You could've done fucking better."
Tucker and Irene didn't respond.
"Hug's over. Time to deal with Ms. Angry." Tucker said.
Irene laughed.
"Jenna, sorry. I keep apologizing. I'll keep saying sorry. But Stacie will be fine. She's just sick from swallowing dirty animal blood. We'll take her to the hospital if she needs to go." Tucker said when he moved to the spot next to Jenna. "We'll make it through this. And Devon and the twins will be back."
Jenna shrugged.
Stacie was in what could've been a coma.
A pep talk wouldn't change that fact. It wouldn't make everything normal.
"Devon's not here. Me and Irene are. There's nothing stopping us from getting what we want. I know what I want. I was close to death today. And life is too short for me not to do this." Tucker said before forcing Jenna to face him. He grabbed her hips, pressed his lips against her lips. Her heart pounding with rage, Jenna brought her hands to Tucker's chest, tried forcing him off her as he kept his eyes closed.
"Irene! Help!" Jenna longed to say, not intending on having Tucker force her to have sex with him.
"Tucker, stop!" Irene said in an urgent tone. "I'll shoot you!"
Tucker forced Jenna to the floor. On top of her, the boy unzipped her coat, groped her breasts through her clothes, Tucker deciding having Jenna's pussy is better than not having his best friend kill him with a shotgun.
"Tucker, get off her!" Irene said.
Tucker detached his lips from Jenna, flipped her onto her stomach, raised her hips off the floor, roamed her jeans' front section, found her pants button near the zipper.
"Get off me!" Jenna said, struggling.
"I need this pussy. I need you, Jenna!" Tucker said, his voice filled with determination, as if a girl in the room didn't have access to the stolen shotgun. "Irene, fucking leave n-"
Tucker stopped trying to get Jenna's jeans off, stood.
When Jenna stood and turned, she spotted Tucker standing with Irene behind him.
Irene held the shotgun, had it against the back of Tucker's head. The Italian girl said, "Really Tucker? This is the type of person you really are?"
Tucker shook his head without hesitating. He said, "I kissed her. And it was too amazing. When she was on the floor, underneath me and everything, I couldn't fight the urge. I needed her pussy more than anything. I love her, Irene."
Tucker sobbed.
"Fuck. I fucked up. What the fuck did I just do?!" he said, regret and terror shrouding his voice, his terror directed at himself.
Glaring, Jenna zipped her coat. She said, "Take him out of here. I don't want him around any of us. Definitely not around my Stacie."
"I swear to God I'm a good guy, Irene. You know me. We're best friends who have nothing but love for each other. You can't just fucking kill me." Tucker said while Irene escorted him out the room. "Jenna, I'm sorry! So sorry!"
Jenna bent over, moved her hands to her knees, her heart hammering. She said, "Oh God. What the fuck? What the fuck?"
"Jenna," a voice said, weak.
Jenna turned to Stacie, who moved off the bed.
They didn't speak, wrapped their arms around each other after taking quick steps.
Holding Stacie, Jenna said, "You're fine. You're fine. I shouldn't of made you go like that. I love you."
"I love you, too." Stacie said, weak but loving, hugging Jenna as she seemed to savor the embrace more than Jenna did.
"Everyone's all gone. Not dead. Maybe. Some more than others, I guess. I don't care. I just needed you to be okay." Jenna said as the two girls cried. "Please don't cry. Don't cry."
"But you're crying, too." Stacie said.
Jenna laughed, stroked her best friend's long brown hair.
She cherished the warm joy coursing through her body. After what Tucker tried doing to her, Jenna was grateful she could hold Stacie.
After the sweet hug ended, Jenna pulled her own bed sheet off her bed, took Tucker's bed sheet, laid both sheets on the floor.
The girls sat on the top sheet, which was Jenna's.
"Is Tucker okay? Please tell me he's alright, Jenna." Stacie said, placing her hand on Jenna's thigh, which she touched many times before.
Jenna glared. While clenching her fists, she said, "He tried to fuck me. And I didn't want him to. But he kept trying after forcing me to kiss kiss."
"What? But he was really nice. He is." Stacie said. She bowed her head. "Or not."
"Irene's going to deal with him. She might kill him. If she does, it's going to be all of our words against a dead Tucker's." Jenna said.
"Anything else happen?" Stacie said.
"Apparently, Irene had to have sex with red monster she ended up killing. It's dead. So, we're fine." Jenna said, Stacie's hand on her thigh.
"Tucker had..." Stacie said but didn't continue.
"He had sex with you?! I'll kill him myself. Get up." Jenna said, preparing to move.
"No." Stacie said. "He took my virginity after I kept complaining about my stomach hurting. It was rough, but he was sweet about it afterwards. We hugged. He said he loves me. And I told him I love him. And I..."
"What? You what?" Jenna said.
Stacie shrugged. She said, "Nothing."
"You had sex with that fucker named Tucker. I had sex with Devon. I wanted you to go to Tucker, because I needed to have Devon. It's all my fault. You got sick because of me. I'm so sorry, Stacie. I just need you to know I love you more than you'll ever know." Jenna said before tears left her eyes.
Stacie took off her own coat, placed it beside her. She said, "Jenna, take off your coat."
Without questioning Stacie, Jenna took her coat off, placed it next to her.
Stacie snuggled against Jenna.
"We're closer now. There's no coats getting in the way." Stacie said, her head on Jenna's shoulder. "My stomach doesn't hurt right now. Maybe I'm fine. A bit weak, but I'm fine. I have to tell you to stop crying now."
Jenna laughed.
Her other friends were gone, split from her, but the friend who mattered the most was next to her, making her laugh.
"What we would even do with all that gold?" Stacie said.
"It doesn't matter anymore. This entire trip was a big waste." Jenna said.
