X: Blake
Blake sat with Chloe in their corner booth, nursing her drink--just a cherry coke, as she had forgotten her fake, not that it worked very often--as she stared absently at all the people writhing on the dance floor. She and Chloe had only arrived a short time ago, and she wasn't in the mood to dance just yet.
"So why did you want to come out tonight if all you're going to do is sit there and space out?" Chloe asked, breaking Blake out of her trance.
Blake turned and stuck her tongue out at her friend. Part of the reason Blake had been staring at the dance floor was so Chloe didn't catch Blake staring at her. She wasn't head over heels or anything for the older girl or anything, but Chloe was Blake's type to a 'T'. Both were athletic, but where Blake was slim and girlish, Chloe was curvy and womanly. Her big, soft tits were the perfect size, and Chloe's outfit displayed a generous amount of the pillowy flesh while managing to make them look two cup-sizes bigger than they were at the same time.
"I've had some shit on my mind for the past few weeks," Blake admitted, "The past few months, actually--that's why I called. I needed to talk, and I needed to get out of my apartment tonight."
"Tonight?" Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow, "Why tonight?"
"You're annoyingly perceptive, you know that?" Blake said, glaring at her friend.
"I do," Chloe said smugly, "Why tonight?"
"Because Marie and her boyfriend are going to be fucking all night and I have a feeling they're going to be pretty loud."
"And, little miss headphone gamer girl, that is an issue because...?"
Blake bit her lip, almost drawing blood before she finally sighed. She had never said it out loud before, "Because I want to fuck him."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, studying Blake, then her eyes widened and a wide grin spread across her face, "Oh shit! You don't just want to fuck him, do you? You actually like this guy!"
Blake held her tongue for a moment, then sighed in defeat, "Yeah, I do. And it fucking sucks. He's sweet and cute and really hot, and thanks to Marie I know he has a pretty great cock, and--"
"Whoa, whoa, hold up," Chloe said, raising a hand, "Marie told you about her boyfriend's junk? From what you've told me about that girl, that does *not* sound like her at all."
Blake shrugged nervously, "Well...I kind of helped her along."
Chloe stared at her with a blank expression, "Okay, start from the beginning."
"Well," Blake began, "Liam came over for the first time about two months ago, and that was the first time either of us met. We were talking and waiting for Marie to get back with some food when he let slip that he'd seen my show--"
Chloe almost spat out her drink, "Wait, he's seen your show? I mean--that's not really that surprising, but still. I think I would have a hard time wrapping my head around that if something like that happened to me."
Chloe knew that Blake cammed, and had actually helped her get started. The one-time she had broken her rule about their initial hook up being a one time thing had been when she invited Blake onto her show--which did about as well as Blake's was doing now--and had advertised several times that Blake had her own show. The condition had been that they coordinated their schedules and tried not to overlap so they didn't steal fans from each other and could occasionally mod each other's shows, which Blake had thought was more than fair.
"Yeah," Blake said, "I still haven't figured out exactly what I think about the whole thing."
"Does Marie know her that her boyfriend has seen you fuck yourself silly on at least one occasion?" Chloe asked.
Blake grabbed Chloe's drink--which did have alcohol in it--and took a big swig from it before launching into her story again, ignoring Chloe's initial glare. She told her about how Marie had come to her asking for advice, and about the show and walking in on Marie, and then about how she shared some classes with Liam and the few interactions she'd had with him outside of classes.
"...and it sucks, because I like that Marie and I are getting along and hanging out again, and I like hanging out with Liam because he's funny and we have a lot in common and he's an incredible cook, and..." Blake sighed, trailing off. She met Chloe's gaze, "He's never judged me for what I do, Chlo. He apparently told Marie she was being too harsh on me, and he deflects attention away from me if we're hanging out and someone he knows comes up that he thinks might recognize me. He even introduced me to one of his friends when I said it was okay."
Chloe let out a whistle, "Damn, Blake. That is a shitty situation you've gotten yourself into. I wish I could find a guy like that. Or a girl." She took a sip from her drink, and frowned at how little was left, "Do you think he has any feelings for you? You know, other than the ones in his penis?"
Blake rolled her eyes, but then nodded solemnly, "I think he does--I've noticed little differences in the way he acts when it's just me and him versus when Marie is around. He's too good to acknowledge them or let anything happen as long as he's dating Marie."
"And stealing him is definitely out of the question? Even without Marie knowing it was you?"