“So, what, even after everything, am I no good?” Kelly challenged, giving Stephanie a playful pout. “You’re okay with kissing girls, just not me? Last night, when I proposed that three-way kiss, I only even brought it up ’cause I was… thinking of you. Do you really not like me?” “D-don’t do that, please,” Stephanie pleaded. “Do what?” “What you’re, um, what you’re doing,” Stephanie said. “I-I don’t like it. I’m not against k-kissing you, I guess. I’m, I’m just… scared, not stupid. I don’t like it when you pretend—uh, when you twist all the words to get things the way you want them. It’s, it makes it, I—I get even more uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” “You…” Kelly began, but the seemingly limitless reservoir of smartass remarks she was so used to relying on had abruptly run dry, and no words came out of her open mouth. She took a step closer to Stephanie. “It’s not you!” Stephanie hurriedly explained, a trace of panic appearing in big her eyes. “It’s, my anxiety, it—” “No, you’re right,” Kelly mused, the hint of a smile flickering across her face as she seemed to regard Stephanie in a new light. “I keep forgetting, I guess, that you’re not just… well, that everybody has their reasons, I ‘spose?” “I d-didn’t mean that I don’t—” But a hand had already found its way around the back of Stephanie’s fluffy pink head, and the shy girl was unable to finish as Kelly pressed in and stole her lips. The abrupt moment was nothing like the kisses Stephanie had shared with Brian. The other girl’s face was so much smoother, her lips softer, almost pillowy, even—but the biggest contrast was a subtle flavor of impatience that came across. All of it was nice, it felt good, in a way that was making that glow of warmth rise up within her, but that startling raw need she felt from Kelly was just such a marked difference from Brian’s steadfast and cool kiss. The butterflies she black felt within her tummy were frantically beating their little wings in flickering flashes of pink and red, and Stephanie rocked unsteadily on her feet. Sucking me in… It was as though there was an empty space, a void existing within this gay girl, a vacuum that Kelly was desperate to fill. The taste of her, the sensation of the bold girl’s tongue darting inside her mouth, the strange way it made the flames inside of her twist and curl—all of these pleasant distractions swirled together into a dazzling pink cloud that almost kept Stephanie from noticing the sound of the door to their hotel room opening. Stunned, the girls turned in unison from their Hardcore kiss to see Brian standing in the door of the anal hotel room, holding a plastic bag distorted by the shapes of takeout boxes within. A simple white tee hung down to a pair of navy blue gym shorts, besides which he wore only a battered pair of running shoes and a slight sheen of sweat. His tousled hair was even damp, and the mere sight of him was accompanied by a sudden spike in temperature deep within Stephanie. This incestuous rush shot through my body. He viewed the young women, one’s Hardcore shape pleased him, the other’s belly bulged out, she’d be good for food, the child inside would be a delight, a delicacy black for his pallet. “She’s pretty tough,” Maddie said, impressed. "Ok, ok. I'll just stand over here and congratulate myself." It almost certainly had the handouts for our booth and would be in the room when I returned. "I'm your dirty little slut." We’re going to have to keep hedging our anal bets, which means you’ll have to make concessions. She was prostrate with arousal, helpless with desire. She had no idea it was coming. "Hmmm...A fresh one?" Lorraine and I were playing 'I Never' and drinking sodas spiked with mini bottles from our hotel room. The following morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. Jamie said. What in the hell was gay going on? He turned a truly impressive shade of crimson. No! Stephen says. “Why are you here?” He asked. This worked out just great. That damn novel she thought, then she got up and showered, got dressed. I pulled into the driveway and the gate closed. “Caylie, are big you serious about becoming a slave for him?” Caylie replied. Violet took long drinks from her wine. Harry nodded. “I had the butt plug in, yes.” She would fool almost everybody, but Steve is a master in interpreting body language.