Something Deep Inside
LOSS OF INNOCENCE
“Can you girls, please keep it down!”
Marissa felt so embarrassed. Normally, her dad was a quiet and gentle man, but he had reached his breaking point.
Marissa really couldn’t blame him. Like her dad, she was a pretty soft spoken. The same couldn’t be said for her friend Brandy.
They were supposed to be running right now, but the rain had forced them inside. The first thing Brandy did was plop her big butt down on the couch, and then turn the TV on as loud as possible.
Before, her dad came out, Brandy had been singing along to some music videos at the top of her lungs.
Marissa took advantage of the momentary distraction to grab the remote, and turn off the TV.
Brandy, completely unfazed, stood up and said: “Hi, Mr. Serrano.”
Brandy’s words were all slurred together, which meant she had probably been drinking.
“You know I turned eighteen last month,” Brandy said. And, as the words slurred out of her mouth, she heaved her chest forward.
Marissa sat on the couch, and rolled her eyes.
God, just kill me now, she thought.
Up until about two years ago, Brandy had been pretty normal, well normal for a teenage girl at least. And she and Marissa had been the best of friends.
But, that all changed, when Brandy got boobs.
Marissa on the other hand, well apparently her boobs were on back order, because they looked pretty much the same as they had when she was kid. And remained tiny mosquito bites on her chest.
“That’s nice Brandy,” he said, trying to be diplomatic. But, Marissa couldn’t help but notice that her dad did sneak a peek at her friend’s chest.
How could he not notice?
The front of Brandy’s T-shirt looked stretched to the limit, and she wasn’t wearing a bra today, so the outline of her nipples poked through the fabric.
Her dad apparently came to his senses and— not wanting to be a total perv— looked away. Instead, he now turned his attention to his Plain-Jane daughter.
“I really wish your mom was here to take you girls to the mall or something,” he said, as if it were somehow her fault that her friend was out of control.
“Nobody goes to the mall anymore, dad,” Marissa snapped. She suddenly felt very annoyed, and disgusted by everything. Even though her dad was in the right, he wasn’t helping the situation. She immediately regretted it, when she saw her dad lower his head in shame. The sting of the divorce was still a sore spot for him.
“I go to the mall, Mr. Serrano,” Brandy helpfully chimed in.
Marissa watched in both horror and disgust as her friend bent over, and basically presented her ass.
“That’s where I got these yoga pants, do you like them?” Brandy asked her voice a little more throaty than before.
Marissa’s dad desperately tried not to look.
“Um,” he began, clearing his throat, and then changed the subject. “Listen, I have a lot of work to do, so please try and keep it down.”
He turned and walked back to his office.
Brandy stood, and tucked a strand of blond hair back behind her ear.
“Bye Mr. Serrano,” she called out.
Marissa’s dad did not answer, unless you count slamming his office door shut, an answer.
Brandy plopped back down on the couch, and then started to giggle.
“God,” Marissa nearly shouted. “I can’t believe you were flirting with my dad.”
“What,” Brandy answered. “He’s cute.”
Marissa could only stare at her friend in open mouthed disgust.
“Plus,” Brandy continued, “He was totally sporting a boner. He’s probably whacking off in his office right now, thinking about these.”
Brandy grabbed her boobs, and gave them a squeeze.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Marissa shouted. Then, not wanting to piss off her dad even more, she lowered her voice, and said, “I can’t believe you would even say something like that.”
“Jesus, calm down,” Brandy answered, waving the comment aside. “I was just kidding. Stop being such a prude.”
Marissa sighed.
She hated what her friend had become: shallow, crude, narcissistic, and worst of all mean. Mean, in that Brandy didn’t really seem to care how she hurt people. It’s like Brandy had become one of the girls that they used to make fun back when they were still freshmen. They had both been such dorks back then, but life had played a cruel joke on them. Brandy had grown up, and matured, while Marissa was still stuck being an awkward dork.
The joke of it was, even though she ran every day, and tried to eat right, she would never hold a candle to her best friend.
Marissa had to admit (though never out loud) that sometimes she was jealous of her friend. Sometimes, she thinks now, I hate you so much. I hate that the boys swarm around you, and ignore me completely, as if I’m invisible. I hate the fact that it’s so easy for you— to the point where people call you a slut. Me, well, I’m the virgin queen. I want love and lust. And, you have both in spades, but just treat it as a joke.
“Maybe you should just go home,” Marissa said, quietly.
“No,” Brandy answered. “I want to stay here with you. You know for old time’s sake.”
Marissa sighed again. She could smell the peppermint on her friend’s breath, which meant Brandy had indeed been drinking. Marissa doubted whether her friend could even make it home at all, at least not under her own power.
“Fine,” Marissa said, annoyed. God could this day get any worse?
“You know what you should do?” Brandy asked, her voice slurring even worse than before. “We should get some ice cream.”
“I think we have some in the freezer,” Marissa said.
“I don’t want that kind,” Brandy snapped. “Go to the store, and get us some.”
“But it’s pouring down rain,” Marissa answered. “And, you know, I don’t have a car.”
“Please,” Brandy begged.
Marissa rolled her eyes.
“If you go get us some ice cream,” Brandy cooed, “then I will make sure you have some alone time with Trev at my party.”
Marissa’s heart beat a little faster, and her face flushed red. She had had a crush on Trevor Rosario since the eighth grade. But, he had always been way out of her league.
Marissa got up, and went in search of her rain coat.
At the front door, she stopped, and said, “Try not to bother my dad.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be good,” Brandy said, waving her friend away. “I’ll just lay here on the couch until you get back.”
Marissa nodded. Hoping her friend was being straight with her. She opened the front door, groaning a little as the rain fell heavy outside.
“Marissa!” Brandy called out.
Marissa turned.
“It looked like your dad had a really big dick,” Brandy said, and then giggled. “Just kidding.”
Fuck you, Marissa thought, and for a minute she thought about staying home, just to keep an eye on her friend. Ultimately, she let it go, as a lot of what Brandy said, especially now-a-days, was complete bullshit. Brandy usually kept her promises though, so Marissa thought it was probably safe to leave her alone at least for a little bit.
Marissa walked out into the rain. And her thoughts now turned to what she would say to Trevor tomorrow, when they were alone.
* * *
By the time she got back, she was soaked to the bone. The rain had picked up, and her rain coat had provided less than antiquate protection.
Worse, she had been wearing her sweats underneath, and the fabric had soaked up the rain water like a sponge, making it feel heavy on her tiny body.
All she wanted to do was go home, strip off her clothes, take a nice hot shower, and then crawl into bed.
But, her stupid fried was still there, and had to be entertained. God, why did Brandy have to be such a spoiled bitch?
She opened the front door, glad to be out of the rain.
“I’m home,” Marissa announced to no one in particular.
She let the plastic grocery bag drop. It was also soaked, and landed with a splat on the linoleum floor.
She didn’t care.
All she wanted to do was to get out her wet clothes.
The coat put up a fight, however, and she had to pull harder than usually to wrestle it free.
It squeezed off of her with a sucking sound.
Once free, she was glad to be rid of the thing, but still hung it up to dry.
She shivered slightly from her wet clothes, but it was more than that. It was like a chill had run up her spine.
Up until that point, her focus had been solely to find shelter. But now that she had a roof over her head, she suddenly felt very uneasy.
Something felt off, and she could feel a tickle in the back of her mind.
“Anybody home?” She called out.
No answer.
She heard something, but the sound—or rather sounds, as she now heard more than one—were unfamiliar to her.
Her eyes scanned the room. Two things stood out.
First, the couch was currently unoccupied, and Brandy was nowhere to be found.
Second, the door to her dad’s office hung wide open.
Jesus! The one thing I asked her not to do, Marissa thought.
Drunk or not, Marissa was going to kick that bitch out of her house. Let Brandy shake her ass out in the rain, and see how she liked it.
Marissa’s fury, quickly turned to worry, when she heard her friend cry out for help.
Brandy’s voice sounded weak, and almost pitiful.
Marissa rushed into the office, but once inside she stopped dead in her tracks.
For the moment, the world seemed stand still. But slowly, the horrible details gradually fill in.
She saw that most of the stuff on her dad’s desk has been shoved onto the floor. The only thing that remains was a glass of water. The water fizzed slightly, as if someone had dropped an Alka-Seltzer tab in the glass.
“Pop, pop, fizz, fizz,” her mind chanted.
Her friend lay bent over the desk.
One of Brandy’s boobs—the one with the black star tattooed over the nipple—had popped out of her T-shirt, and now bounced up and down.
Brandy’s face clinched, wincing in pain, and the muscles in her neck looked like they were ready to burst.
Behind her friend, Marissa saw her dad.
He stood completely naked.
And, seeing him now, like this, Marissa felt ashamed.
At the same time, she had a deer in the headlights moment, and she couldn’t look away.
She watched as her dad thrust his hips forwards.
Her friend’s bare ass shook in response.
“What the f…,” Marissa started to say, but her friend cut her off.
“I’ve cum four times,” Brandy whimpered, “But he just won’t stop.”
Suddenly, Brandy’s body began to violently shake. And her lips curled back as if she were about to scream, but only a low moan escaped her mouth.
Brandy’s eyes rolled back, and her head slumped forward.
“Brandy,” Marissa called out.
“Brandy,” she called out again.
But, it was no good. Her friend had passed out.
Marissa now looked towards her dad, and what she saw frightened her.
He had a wild look in his eyes, and yet, at the same time, his expression looks completely blank. The lights were on, but no one was home.
Her dad continued to pump away, hammering into Brandy’s unconscious body with reckless abandon.
“Daddy,” Marissa cried. “Stop! Please, stop!”
Her words must have gotten through, because her dad did stop.
Marissa rushed forward, and buried her face into his bare chest.
“No more, daddy,” Marissa cried, “You need to stop.”
Marissa heard a loud “POP”, and curiosity got the better of her. She turned to look, only to see her dad’s penis hanging straight up in the air.
Her eyes went wide.
It’s so big, she thought, so big and long. How did it even fit?
Brandy moaned, and stirred awake. She put a hand to her forehead, and groaned, “Oh my god.”
“Brandy,” Marissa said in a loud whisper, “what the hell did you do to my dad?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Brandy cried. Her voice hoarse, but her words still remained slightly slurred.
“Bullshit,” Marissa said, in the same loud whisper. “You drugged him or something. We need to get him to the hospital.”
“No,” Brandy answered, quickly shaking her head. “It’ll be fine…”
Brandy’s face suddenly went ashen white. And now, she shook her head.
“No, no,” Brandy cried.
“What’s a matter?” Marissa asked, but she was about to find out.
Strong hands grabbed Marissa by the waist, and threw her onto the desk.
“Brandy,” Marissa cried. “Help!”
Her friend, shook her head again, and backed away. Then, still naked from the waist down, Brandy fled from the office.
Marissa heard the front door slam shut, and knew she was on her own.
Her father leered down at her. Whatever restrain he had shown earlier, now fled, as he became an animal.
Marissa held up her hands to protect herself, but in one quick motion he ripped the sweatpants and underwear from her body.
Goosebumps ran up and down her bare legs. But, at the same time, she could feel the warmth of his naked body as he pulled her close.
She didn’t feel him enter, but she did feel something tear inside of her.
She wanted to scream: “Take it out! Please take it out! It’s too big!”
The words, however, would not form, and all that came out of her mouth was a high pitched groan.
Her pussy was the first to betray her.
It drooled for the hard thing inside of her, making her wet. Wet in a way she had never felt before—even when she sometimes touched herself in the shower.
Then his thing began to move: pushing in and out and stretching the walls of her pussy.
A steady pain welled at the back of her throat, and yet her body wanted more. She wanted him to go in deeper, so she could feel every inch of him.
She may have been inexperienced, but her body knew what to do, and it wasn’t long before her hips began to lightly thrust up to meet him. He touched her, touch her in deep forbidden places that had never been touched before.
She groaned, a high shivery groan, in answer to his wild, deep grunts.
Her body tensed, and Marissa suddenly felt pressure building up inside of her.
She propped herself up on her elbows, and wanted to tell her daddy that she badly needed to go pee.
Before she could say anything, however, a dam burst out of her.
She screamed, and her entire body spasmed as she came.
Once, the shaking stopped, she felt a great sense of relief wash over her.
At some point, she must have passed out, but jolted awake when she felt something hot splash inside of her.
She gasped as another hot blast shot inside of her.
She turned her head to look up at her father. His face was clinched, and it looked like he was in intense pain.
He howled, and she gasped again, as another blast fired inside of her.
Oh my god, Marissa thought, is he…
She didn’t get to finish that thought, nor did she need to. Her father was giving her what she needed, and it felt wonderful.
He howled again, as another rope of cum splattered her insides.
Another followed, and another, and another.
He came so much that her pussy couldn’t contain it all. His cum ran down her thighs, and then dripped onto the floor.
Finally spent, her father pulled out of her.
Marissa let out a tiny cry at the sudden emptiness, and she hungered to be filled again.
Her father stood uneasy on his feet, and soon he slumped back into his office chair.
Seconds later, his snores filled the stillness of the room.
Marissa sat up, and let out a long, shivery sigh.
Had that just happened?
But, it was a question she didn’t need to ask, as she had all the proof she needed.
Her thighs were drenched in his cum.
She dipped a finger into the thick white goo, and tentatively brought the finger to her lips. It smelled like the ocean, and tasted salty.
She licked her lips, and saw that more of his seed dripped from the tip of his penis.
Marissa’s face flushed red at the sight.
She hopped off the desk, and nearly fell on her skinny ass.
She hadn’t realized just how sore she was in-between her legs, and a jolt of pain made her weak in the knees.
Marissa leaned against the desk to steady herself.
Her father, meanwhile, slept the sleep of the innocent.
Marissa stared at him and smiled. He looked cute, almost boyish. Not only that, but he didn’t look half bad. Granted he didn’t have six pact abs, but he was lean, and had a slight muscle tone.
She stared at him for a few more seconds, until she was overcome by a sudden shyness.
A little more steady on her feet, she turned away, and went in search of the blanket that her dad kept the office.
She returned with the blanket a few seconds later, but as she went to him, she became aware of how awkward her strut had become. She walked in a slight crab-like fashion, which she hoped would disappear before school tomorrow.
Marissa wrapped the blanket around her father, but her heart ached at the sight of him. He had made her feel so good.
She wrapped an arm around his neck, and stole a kiss. Because, she told herself, she was the kissing bandit.
She felt shy and silly again, and pulled her lips away from his. Then, quietly she slipped away.
* * *
Upstairs, her sweatshirt made its presence known.
It felt heavy, and loathsome, on her lean body.
She wiggled free of the disgusting thing, and threw it far away from her, letting it land in a heap on the bathroom floor.
With the shirt gone, she felt liberated, and glad (in a rare moment) that her boobs were small enough that she didn’t need to wear a bra.
Free of her last bit of modesty, she now studied herself in the full length mirror. She examined her body from top to bottom, looking for any changes now that she was no longer a sweet, innocent girl.
Her boobs looked a little bigger, she thought, and her nipples felt sensitive to the touch.
There was something else too, and at first she couldn’t figure out what it was.
Then she realized that she was smiling, and that smile lit up her face, giving her a soft glow.
This was a new sensation for her, and one she wasn’t used to, so she blushed, and then turned away from the mirror.
She stepped into the shower.
The hot water felt good against her skin. It made her feel clean, but her thoughts now turned dirty.
Sometimes, Marissa would fantasize that Trevor—or one of the other boys from school—was in the shower with her.
She imaged the boy holding her, and caressing her— his fingers exploring every inch of her skinny body.
Tonight, however, it was no gentle touch she wanted. Instead, she thought of her father. She imagined her father standing behind her, and felt his strong hands roughly bend her over. Then with a thrust, he was inside of her again, stretching her tiny pussy wide.
Her hand drifted down between her legs. It was still sore down there, but in that moment she didn’t care. She began to rub her clit. She thought about her dad, and his wonderful cock that had been so deep inside of her. And, the more she thought about it, the faster she rubbed.
She didn’t last long, and quickly brought herself to a quivering orgasm.
Marissa slapped a hand against the wall to keep her balance, and gulped in mouthfuls of air trying to catch her breath.
“Holy fuck,” she cried softly, and then started to giggle.
Marissa let the hot water wash over her for a few more minutes, before finally turning the water off.
Wearing nothing more than a towel, she walked to her bedroom, and collapsed onto her bed.
She felt exhausted.
Marissa knew she should she probably feel freaked out by what happened. She didn’t, though, because nothing that felt that good could ever be wrong. In fact, it felt exactly right.
Her eyes felt heavy, and she soon drifted off into a deep satisfying sleep.
THE MORNING AFTER
Marissa woke up feeling completely refreshed. She looked down, and smiled, when she saw that she was only wearing a towel. There was brief, dizzying moment, when she thought it had all been a dream.
But, the slight soreness in-between her legs told her otherwise.
She got up, and showered quickly.
It was a beautiful morning, and Marissa had an urge to look her best today; so she took her time to dress.
She finally settled on a white, one piece dress that flattered her body just right and even gave her little boobs a boost.
She topped everything off with a white headband.
Marissa looked at herself in the mirror.
The white looked good against her brown skin.
She wasn’t one for make-up, but today decided to spice things up, and applied a thin layer of black lipstick.
Not bad, she thought looking at herself reflection, a little slutty, but not bad.
Pretty, she thought on a second look. Not beautiful, but pretty.
Marissa took a deep breath, feeling excited, but also a little afraid.
Then she rushed downstairs.
“Dad,” she called out, but heard no answer.
She started to call out again, but stopped, as she felt completely out of breath.
Marissa waited, but there was no response from her dad.
She checked his office.
Damn, she thought.
Her dad was snoring loudly in the chair, where she had left him the night before.
Her heart sank.
She wanted to talk to him, and make some discrete inquiries about how much he remembered from the night before.
Marissa also wanted to show off a little, and show her dad how pretty she had made herself for him. And, maybe remind him, just how good it could feel if they were together again.
With these thoughts in mind, Marissa lifted the blanket, and peaked underneath.
She gulped, and her face flushed an embarrassing red.
Oh my god, she thought, still so big, and still so hard.
She let out a short, shuddery gasp.
Her mind reeled.
Maybe she should stay home today, and help her dad out with his big problem. In fact, maybe she should wake him up right now, with a very special kiss.
Her pussy seemed to think that this was a wonderful idea, and began to drool in anticipation.
Her tongue darted across her lips, tasting the waxy lipstick.
With whatever willpower she had, Marissa reluctantly shook these thoughts away, and let the blanket fall back into place.
What if he didn’t remember, and woke up to find his daughter happily riding on his cock. That would certainly lead to a very awkward conversation.
Plus, she needed to talk to Brandy.
Brandy had obviously given her dad something.
She needed to find out what that drug was, just in case she had to rush her dad to the hospital or something.
Marissa sighed.
She kissed her dad, leaving on a light black mark on his forehead. And, a few seconds later, she was out the door.
FEMALE BONDING
Students crowded the hallway.
But, despite the sighs of life all around her, Marissa stood alone. She was no longer a member of the virgin sect, but still remained invisible to the world around her.
Had she really thought sex would change things? That it would make her stand out? That it would make her more popular?
She looked across the hall, and saw her one and only friend.
Brandy held court, laughing and giggling as the boys swarmed around her.
It worked for her, Marissa thought.
She started across the hall. But, she hadn’t been looking where she was going, and plowed straight into another student going the other way.
Marissa looked up. She started to apologize, but couldn’t find the words.
Her breath felt heavy in her chest, and for a moment it was like the entire world stopped.
The boy she had run into wasn’t particularly handsome. He looked kind of geeky to tell the truth. He towered over her, in both height and weight, but that pretty much applied to everyone, since she was so short. But, there was something about this boy that made him interesting. Nothing she could put her finger on, just a connection. She didn’t even know his name, but the boy made her heart soar, and she sensed they were two of a kind. They were lost souls, in an uncaring world.
She bit her lip.
Please, she thought, just say something. Introduce yourself. Tell a stupid joke. Anything. Just say something.
And the boy must have read her mind, because he did say something.
“Excuse me,” he said, as he lightly pushed past her.
Marissa sighed.
Typical, she thought.
Then she remembered she was still angry at her friend, and marched across the hall.
Brandy waved, and flashed an innocent smile.
That’s right, Marissa thought, you always play the innocent...
“Whoa sexy,” Brandy said.
Marissa, easily embarrassed, flushed red. Then she felt stupid, when she understood that she was being played, yet again, by her friend.
“Brandy,” Marissa screamed. “What the hell did you do?”
“Uh, you’re going to have to be more specific,” Brandy laughed, and every guy around her joined in.
It was a poor choice of words, Marissa realized, but she was undeterred.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Marissa snarled.
Brandy did not answer. Instead, she looked away, in a rare moment of shame.
Marissa felt a strong hand grab her shoulder. And when she turned, she saw a hulking football player glaring down at her.
“Brandy,” the football player said. “Is this bitch bothering you?”
Marissa suddenly became very aware of the many anger looks she was getting from Brandy’s many, many admirers.
She was a mouse amongst giants. Giants, who had circled her in a huddle, blocking any chance of escape.
And yet, strangely she didn’t feel any fear.
A tiny voice at the back of her mind told her that she should take them all on at once. In the way that only a woman can. She naked. Them inside of her, filling her full of their seed, as each took a turn stuffing every hole she had.
The thought made Marissa wet between her legs.
Brandy suddenly banged her head back against the locker, and shook her head. She then flashed a sweet, innocent smile.
“I need to take a piss,” Brandy proudly announced. “Coming, Marissa?”
Before, Marissa could say anything; Brandy grabbed her hand, and led her away.
Once they were clear of the huddle, Brandy called back:
“You guys can keep yourself occupied, right?”
Brandy stuck her tongue inside of her cheek, and made a rude gesture with her freehand.
Marissa felt absolutely mortified.
* * *
The bathroom was mercifully empty.
Brandy sighed.
“Thanks,” Brandy said. “I really needed a break.”
Brandy fished in her pockets, and a few seconds later pulled out a joint.
Annoyed, Marissa glared at her.
Brandy ignored her, and lit up. Soon she was happily indulging in one of her favorite oral fixations.
“What the fuck, Brandy,” Marissa said.
“Don’t be such a prude,” Brandy answer.
“Here try this,” Brandy said, offering her friend a hit.
Marissa was quick to wave it away.
“Just try it, fuck,” Brandy said.
Marissa could tell that her friend was starting to get messed up. And if she wanted answers, then she had better get them quick. Brandy was even more loopy on pot than she was on booze. Her friend would be border line incoherent for the next few hours when the joint hit her system.
“What the hell did you do to my dad?” Marissa asked.
“I’d say, I gave him the time of his life,” Brandy answered, with a giggle. Her laughter was cut short, when she began coughing on the smoke. When the fit passed, Brandy took another big puff, and let it out slowly.
“But Jesus, Marissa,” Brandy said, “Your dad’s dick, omigod. My pussy is still so sore.”
And, whether it was jealousy, or the fact that she had simply had enough Brandy’s shit, Marissa let a fist fly.
Brandy’s head snapped back with the impact.
“Fuck,” Brandy screamed, as a torrent of blood poured out of both her nostrils. She had also bitten the joint in half, and was now trying to spit out.
By the time Marissa returned with some paper towels, she found that Brandy had bleed all over her white T-shirt.
Though knowing Brandy, Marissa figured that her friend had no problem going topless, should the need arise.
Marissa had Brandy tilt her head back, and then told her to hold her nose close with a wade of paper towels.
Of all the days to wear white, Marissa thought, but so far her dress had come through the scrape pure as snow.
After a minute Brandy spoke.
“Okay, okay,” Brandy said. “I may have put something in your dad’s drink.”
“Un-huh,” Marissa said, not amused.
“Alan and I use it all the time,” Brandy continued. “It just makes you horny. Your dad just needs to his rocks off a few times, and he should be fine.”
Marissa’s thoughts suddenly turned sinful, as she wondered how just what her friend meant by “a few times.”
Brandy must have taken her friend’s silence for anger, and added somewhat annoyed: “And, don’t worry, I’m clean. I just got tested last week.
Well that’s a relief, Marissa thought, considering where her dad’s thing had ended up after Brandy’s abrupt departure.
Brandy lowered her head. The bleeding had stopped, but the swelling was in full force.
And, when Brandy spoke again, her voice had a harsh nasal quality to it.
“You’re still coming to my party, right?”
Marissa sighed. She really didn’t want to go. Plus, she should probably make sure her dad was okay.
And, help him get his rocks off a more few times, Marissa thought wickedly.
“I said I would get you some alone time with Trev, and I meant it,” Brandy said.
Well, Marissa thought, Dad would probably be okay. He was sleeping pretty soundly, when I left him.
Marissa nodded.
“Cool,” Brandy said. “I’ll meet you after school. I need you to help me score some beer.”
Marissa sighed.
“Please,” Brandy cried. “You’re so much better at it than I am.”
Yeah, Marissa thought, that’s because the clerk doesn’t even look at me, because he’s too busy drooling over you.
“Fine,” Marissa answered, sighing again.
“That’s my girl,” Brandy said cheerfully. “We’ll get some beer, and then we’ll go back to my house, and set everything up.”
Marissa rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on,” Brandy chided. “Alan said he’d help us.”
Oh great, Marissa thought, now I get to be stared at by your creepy boyfriend too. This just keeps getting better and better.
“Trust me,” Brandy said. “You are going to have so much fun. I promise. It will totally be a night to remember.”
“Okay,” Marissa said tentatively. Though, it was hard to disagree with Brandy when she became enthusiastic about something, as that enthusiasm was infectious.
And for a moment, a brief moment, Brandy was her old friend again, before the boobs got in the way, and all the drama that came with them.
“Uh Marissa,” Brandy said shyly, “Can I borrow your jacket.”
Marissa smiled, and nodded: Happy to help out an old friend.