My phone chimes on the bed next to me. It's Kristen.
Girl UR so hot.
I smile and reply: So R U. Again soon?
She replies with a kissy face and a wink.
Kristen is 16 years older than I am, but I'm 20. So it's kinda weird, but not really. She's friends with my step-mom and she was at the house for a party last night. She got me drunk out by the pool and fucked me in the pool house. I still can't believe it happened, but it was so amazing. And she's gorgeous, too. She's fit and slim with these natural tits that women pay thousands of dollars for.
I hear the front door open and close. Lilly is home. Ugh. I hear her bounding up the stairs and try to pretend I'm not there. She's stops in my doorway, "What's up, slut?"
"You're one to talk. You go out like that?"
She's got on a tank top and the tiniest shorts I've ever seen. Not that she doesn't have the body for it, but shit. Leave SOMETHING to the imagination.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I say before she can answer.
I lock the bathroom door behind me and lift my shirt over my head. I examine my boobs in the mirror, hoping someday they'll be as nice as Kristen's.
Lilly knocks at the door.
"I'm busy,"
She knocks again, "What are you and Kristen doing again soon?"
All the color drains from my face. I rip the door open, "Give me my phone! That's private!"
"Wait, is this my mom's friend Kristen?" she almost laughs.
"Give it to me!"
She throws my phone at the bed, laughing, "Oh man, your dad is gonna DIE when he hears this shit."
I'm covering my boobs and guarding my phone on the bed, "Don't you fucking dare."
"Please," she rolls her eyes.
"Lilly, I'm serious."
"She is kinda hot. I guess I can see it." she shrugs.
I put my head in my free hand.
"Oh, relax. Maybe I won't say anything."
I lock my gaze on her. Desperate.
"I'll make you a deal. You tell me every little detail, and I'll keep my mouth shut," she sits down next to me.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. But I want you to lay down and uncover your tits while you tell me the tale."
My jaw drops, "What?!"
"And I get to play with them if I want to," she grins.
"Fuck no. That's so weird."
"Well then, Guess I'll have something interesting to talk about at the dinner table tonight," she stands up to leave.
"Lilly..." I plead.
She whips around, "This is really simple, Alison. You tell me about your little sexcapade with Kristen and let me touch your tits, and I'll stay mum about your lesbian tryst."
"This is so fucked..."
I lay back and move my arm, letting my breasts free.
She lays on her side, her head propped up on her elbow, "So, I saw you two getting drunk and I saw her hand on your knee. What were you two talking about?"
"She was telling me how pretty I am. And that she wanted to be the first woman to... go down on me."
"Al, "go down on me"? I'm sure that's not what she said. I want verbatim quotes, here."