Rose Wilson and Torrie Webster were friends as kids from the moment they started at nursery school. Their surnames saw them sat together and, coupled with the fact they lived just one street apart, meant that they quickly became best friends. There were a lot of similarities to their early home life. Both their fathers were unknown and their abandoned mothers had to struggle to raise them through abject poverty. But throughout the bad times they stayed friends and grew into very different, but attractive teenagers.
Rose had jet black hair, which she liked to wear long. She had a waif-like thin figure and a razor sharp, acerbic, wit and cynicism. Torrie by comparison was a statuesque blonde, tall and had a very full figure with a very curvy bosom and ass. She wasn't as smart as Rose, but had never found this too much of a hindrance.
When Torrie was fourteen her mother, Wendy, married. Wendy had always been a survivor, always somehow finding the ways and means to pay the bills and bring her daughter up as well as she could. She didn't have much education but had plenty of drive and determination and managed to bag a job as a cleaner in a lawyer's office and eventually worked her way into being the receptionist. The lawyer was wealthy but shy and plain, if not ugly, and he swiftly fell for Wendy's charms (she was a good looking woman despite the hard life she had lived up to that point) and when Torrie was Fifteen they married.
His name was Herb Chapman and besides being besotted with his new family he was proud of them and took pleasure in showing them off and spent money changing their lives for the better. This meant that immediately Torrie jumped up a few levels of the unofficial social strata at school and a split occurred in Torrie and Rose's relationship. While Torrie started getting a whole new wardrobe of brighter, better clothes, Rose stayed in her dark, dingy shirts (she was increasingly becoming a goth). Torrie started making new friends, girls who had previously looked down their noses at her. Friends whose parents knew Torrie's step-father and encouraged them to welcome Torrie into their group. Initially Torrie wanted to stay friends with Rose but before long she had these new, better, richer friends - chiefly Angelina and Jenna - and the three of them became a tight knit clique, commonly known as the "Queen Bees".
Rose watched this all happen and her dark attitude only became darker and a deep rooted resentment burned over the years into hatred and contempt for her old friend. For gods sake she was a cheerleader now! So it was with that background that the following events occurred that lit the blue touch paper on a shocking explosion between the two girls in their last year of High school, with both aged just eighteen.
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It was a Friday morning like any other and in the bedroom of Rose's boyfriend James (known as Jazz) the two of them were cutting classes with the intention to make out. Jazz went to buy condoms and waiting for him Rose began to scan over his computer to discover, to no surprise that he had recently been surfing all kinds of porn in his settings history. Rose wasn't bothered by it, all guys were like that anyway, but she clicked on some of the links to see what the pervert was into. Some of the stuff was pretty hardcore and shocking, even to Rose. She decided to really give him a hard time about it when he came back when suddenly one of the pictures registered with her. She recognised the model, clicking on the picture enlarged it to show that she was in the act of being double penetrated by two huge black cocks. Rose looked again and a wide, beaming smile passed across her cruel face in recognition of Torrie's mother being the recipient of the man meat. The filthy slut!
Just at that moment Jazz returned, eager to once again fuck his gothic but sexy girlfriend but he stopped dead upon seeing her on his computer having discovered his penchant for hardcore pornography. He tried to explain and apologise but Rose was so caught up in her ideas she just shushed him and told him to sit down and shut up.
The models name was listed as Wanda Vegas and the rest of their morning was spent searching the net for more and they found plenty. She seemed to have done quite a bit of work about five years ago but had not been heard from for around three years. Rose knew why! Wanda had obviously been her pseudonym and although she was pretty she was obviously never going to hit it big in mainstream porn. So she had made her money in more "specialist" areas and this had obviously been the way she had supported herself and her daughter over the years. The pictures and video clips kept coming as Rose searched : Golden and brown showers; Gang Bangs, Bukkake, bondage, S & M, even a farm clip, Torrie's mum had obviously been willing to do whatever to make her money.
Rose sat back, the glimmer of a brilliant idea forming in her head, sneaked a hand out towards Jazz's crotch and squirmed it down the front of his trousers, located his throbbing teenage cock and gave it a hard rub.
She looked into his eyes and announced "Come on lover, I'm in the mood to fuck your sick brains out!"
*
Torrie sat on the wooden bench and reflected on how her life was just now. She tossed her beautiful blonde hair back in it's new, expensive cut and stretched her long, athletic legs (exposed by a tiny tartan mini-skirt) as she turned to watch her two best friends arguing playfully.
Angelina was tall, olive skinned, dark haired and statuesque. She had a very fit, hard body and an extremely well developed set of breasts that were the envy of most of the girls in school. She was into all types of sports and was universally regarded as the fittest, toughest girl in school. A real Lara Croft look-a-like, even down to wearing her hair in a long ponytail that reached to her peachy arse.
Jenna was by contrast, not tough at all. She was small and petite and blonde but very brainy and tended to be pretty sharp in her comments on most of her classmates. She had even been known to be racist, which had shocked Torrie but she had kept quiet for fear of falling out with her. She was also noted throughout school as a confirmed virgin, proud of the fact and took great pains to explain that only someone she deemed to be "really special and worthy" would take her cherry.
Torrie watched a gaggle of dark clothed, gothic looking, sullen teenagers slouch their way past the bench, casting their baleful glances at the three superior friend sitting above them, and was relieved to see that Rose was not amongst them. They had once been such close friends but Torrie had traded up since then and was glad not to have to try and balance these disparate sets of people.
*
Next Monday afternoon and Torrie sat at her desk in her room doing some homework while she enjoyed two free periods from school. This house was in a much nicer suburb than she had grown up in and she loved it. Her mother and step-father were out all afternoon so when the doorbell rang she had to spring up and dash downstairs to answer it.
The door swung in to reveal Rose standing nonchalantly on the step, chewing gum furiously. She had heavy boots, black tights, a short black skirt and a black T-shirt under a studded leather jacket. The piercing in her nose, eyebrow and ears completed the look she desired.
"Hi T, how're ya doin'?" this was a rhetorical question she smugly asked as she confidently strode past Torrie, uninvited. She hadn't been in here for nearly two years.
