Thread: What's a Video Between Friends? {darkest_fate & Tesslyn}

Gah, you've got to be kidding me! This fucking sucks! spat Lyndsey Brown as she looked through her mail. The pretty coed spat a few more curses, her hands trembling, moving as though she may crumple up the sheet of paper. Instead she opted to take a few short, panting breaths, mostly through gritted teeth, her hazel eyes rolling toward the ceiling, peering through a short fringe of jet black bangs. The whole point of going away to college was to get away from the shit that they'd put up with back home. Yeah, she and Marcia had come from a poor neighborhood. Okay, so maybe not exactly poor , but their folks had been fretting and worrying about getting them into college for as long as Lyndsey could actually remember. Hell, it had even been a big deal when someone had actually bought the house next to Lyndsey's. She could still remember her family coming in and saying that the Ellis family had moved in next door. Then had been the shocking news that gasp the Ellis's were black . Lyndsey hadn't given two fucks back when she'd been a pugnacious little girl. She'd marched right over and practically demanded that Marcia be her best friend so that they'd always have someone to hang out and play with. Lyndsey had almost immediately roped Marcia into most of her neighborhood shenanigans, and the two became well known throughout their neighborhood. Neither girl had a sister close to their age, so they essentially became like that for one another, supporting, sharing, even doing the whole blood swapping thing back when they were ten. Puberty hadn't even separated the two. Both girls went different directions though Marcia getting curves that made people go damn while Lyndsey retained a lean, mean body. At least Lyndsey still had noticeable breasts and a tight, firm ass. She had her share of dates back in high school, moreso than Marcia though Lyndsey didn't know why as Marcia was damn fine maybe it had something to do with Marcia breaking that dick's nose in that one time or something. Most of the boys had been okay. Kissing a boy had been okay. Losing her virginity had been okay. Frigging herself while sitting on top of a washing machine had been amazing , and of course she'd pushed Marcia into trying it too. Yep, they were definitely tight, sister tight. And somehow they'd both managed to use their skills to get scholarships to the same university. It surprised absolutely no one when Lyndsey and Marcia literally moved in together. What was more surprising was that it actually worked , despite Lyndsey sort of letting herself go when it came to the whole college experience thing. They'd started by getting piercings on the same day Marcia opting for her belly while Lyndsey got a barbell in her tongue. Then Lyndsey had been something of a party girl, often letting herself go. she didn't care much for alcohol but damn, was weed fun. Even more fun had been wheedling and pleading to get Marcia to finally try some. Hence the letter. Lyndsey tapped her tongue ring against her teeth as she walked back, trying to figure out how to let Marcia know the news. She knew the other girl was waiting in their room, waiting. And now Lyndsey was opening the door, smiling. So.... remember how we sort of forgot last Saturday? she asked sweetly, smiling and holding up the bill. Turns out we were part of the group that trashed that frat house. But hey, she held up the bill with both hands, smiling, at least we have the money to pay for the damages! Not so much the money for the trip they'd been planning for the past, oh, few years or anything. No, that money was now apparently tied up in repair costs. Hey, at least Marcia had been along this time... for the first time... ever.