A few days later, Melanie was walking a few doors down to her best friend Carissa's house. She and Carissa (or Kissa, as Melanie frequently called her), had known each other since they were toddlers, but they'd been fucking each other even longer than Melanie and Kayla had.
They'd started when Melanie had first started lactating when she was only a "teeny-bopper", barely in Training Bra's. They'd not really known what they were doing, but Melanie had cherished the memory. They'd even dated for awhile a few years ago, but Kissa preferred guys; Melanie had been her only girlfriend, ever.
Melanie on the other hand didn't prefer guys or girls, it made no difference to her. As long as they didn't judge her and could satisfy her, she didn't really care.
Melanie got to the door and let herself in, then smirked as she heard loud grunts and moans coming from upstairs. Apparently Kissa's boyfriend was over. Jake was a really nice guy, and he'd fucked Melanie a couple of times before; he wasn't a bad lay, he just wasn't really Melanie's type.
But, Kissa loved him, so Melanie didn't really mind. They were happy together, and as much as she loved Kissa, she only wanted her to be happy. It didn't matter who with.