Author's Note: This chapter may seem a bit anachronistic as I set the date in Chapter 1 but haven't had reason to revisit in a realistic way. I realize the direction the world has gone, but this chapter was planned around the time I first started publishing; I just never thought writing would take me so long.
Joy and Payton eventually left and we had our separate Thanksgivings, but they were back after Thanksgiving dinner to re-start our party. There wasn't really any more talk of mine and Payton's relationship except for at one point when I caught Joy alone and asked for her thoughts and how she and Polly handled the semi-open relationship. Joy didn't get off on Polly's escapades with our mom, so she didn't have much advice to give, but she didn't think we had anything to worry about. I offered to eat her out as a thank-you, but she made me wait until our next orgy, which was only a half hour later. There wasn't much alone time for those four days - at one point I had the idea for myself and Payton to go seduce Ms. Alstrom, but the sex in my own house was too good.
Things shifted quickly when I got back to school. Jessica called me our first day back, and like we frequently did we had an early lunch in the cafeteria. Like usual, Jessica was in baggy comfy clothes and I was hookered up - short and tight plaid skirt, knee-high boots, no stockings despite the cold, and a tight white long-sleeved shirt that fell off one shoulder to expose the bra I needed to accentuate my tits. We sat at an empty long table. Just a few minutes in, a girl walked up and said, "Hey Jessie, who's your friend?" as she sat down next to Jessica.
"What's up, Val?" Jessica answered, seeming none too pleased.
"Just wondering if this is your new girlfriend."
"Could we have some privacy, please?"
"Oh come on, Jessie, I thought we're still friends."
"Please don't call me Jessie."
"You call me Val."
"Everyone calls you Val. No one calls me Jessie, I didn't like it when we were together, and I really don't like it now."
"Well aren't you going to introduce me? I see you with her all the time."
"Carly, this is my ex, Valerie," Jessica said mechanically.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
Valerie turned to me and looked at me with her bright blue eyes, accentuated by the tight ponytail she put her brown hair in. She seemed tall and somewhat thick, very pretty. Her breasts were almost as large as Jessica's but on a much larger frame, though not as hidden. Her white t-shirt just exposed the top of her bust and I could just make out the shape of her bra. "So are you the new girlfriend yet?" she asked.
"Valerie!"
"No, I'm just her slut."
Jessica gave me a "what the fuck" look and Valerie teased, "Jessie, finally getting a little adventurous."
"No," Jessica protested. "We're just friends, Val, and in any case, it's none of your business who my friends or dates are."
"Come on," Valerie said. "We're still friends, don't you share stuff with your friends?"
"We are not still friends, why do you think that?"
"Jessie, that hurts my feelings," Valerie said with a hint of a mocking tone.
"Then start by calling me Jessica," Jessica chided through her teeth.
Valerie turned to me and asked, "Is she this difficult with you?"
"Well, I call her Jessica and she usually leaves my place pretty happy, so no."
Jessica pressed her fingers onto her face and grumbled "Oh my God."
"Is that so, Jessica?" Valerie asked, emphasizing her name.
Jessica's head snapped toward Valerie and she sharply answered, "Yes, she usually keeps me happy. Except," and she turned to me, "when she forgets about boundaries."
"If Payton dumped me, I'd want my FWB to rub it in her face."
"Oh you're kinda evil," Valerie teased with a smile. I winked at her. "Wait, who's Payton?"
"Her girlfriend," Jessica almost shouted as she stood up. "I'm done eating, you two keep having your battle of mind games."
"Wait," I said. "I'm sorry, you want me to come with?"
"I really don't."
"Meet up later?"
"I'll text you."
Valerie and I watched her leave. For a moment I felt bad that I had gone too far for Jessica, but then Valerie's bright blue eyes looked at me and she said, "She said she'd text you, so that means she just has to cool off."
She may have aggravated my friend, but gosh her face was pretty. So I said, "Well you've scared off my hookup for the afternoon, so am I still getting laid?"
Those eyes went wide and a smile came across her face. "You mean..."
"Let's go. But you disrespected my friend, so I'm gonna drive," I told her as I stood.
Her eyes zeroed in on my skirt and she lowly said, "You take this slut thing seriously."
"Yeah," I said. "And if you want to get fucked, stop gawking and start walking."
She stood and followed me, presumably ignoring her tray wherever she had sat. She was indeed tall, towering over me despite my four-inch boots to her slippers. "I've done some crazy things, but nothing like this," she said to me.
I was tempted to point out that not everyone gets the chance to bed with someone they met five minutes before, but rather than show my own inexperience, I had the quick thinking to say, "I'd rather hear about what you have done than what you haven't."
"Well you might have heard rumors about the softball team."
I looked her up and down and realized how she got her incredible figure. Probably five foot ten or eleven and thick, really thick thighs and a huge ass but perfectly shaped in the leggings she wore, which would have shown any ripple of fat or cellulite. The outline of her panties gave more shape, as if she could outdo Ashley Graham as a plus-size swimsuit model with an unachievably hot body. And no stomach. I didn't know much about softball, but she looked looked like the specimen of a female power athlete. "I haven't, but if you're on the team, I'm guessing this isn't the first home run you've hit."
"I guess you're right. Fourteen last year but hoping to lead the team this year."
We were outside so I could speak a little more freely. "I wonder if I could take a bat in my pussy," I mused.
She laughed as if trying to hold the laughter. "I can't believe you're fucking Jessica," she said.
