Thread: Devious Girlfriends (Jack Stalker and Mikki)

Freedom tasted sweet in the air of tomorrow, as Dove boarded the jeep and waved goodbye to her parents. Her bible-thumping boring parents who dripped propriety and chastity. It was boring, just like the town she was leaving behind. The whole thing wreaked of small-minds, small-hearts, small adventures. Dove was tired of rules, and limits, and the very first thing she'd done when she'd realized she could leave if Maisie, sweet Maisie, went with her, was beg her friend to come along. To pick a school on the coast of California where they could wear bikinis without the prying eyes of her mother, and the ability to finally be just who she wanted to be. Whatever that meant. It wasn't like she hadn't bent the rules as much as she could, even managing to sneak a date to prom, with Maisie along too. But this was going to be the best time ever and she was eager to let the trip come over them, let herself be free. And for most of the trip, she'd been regaling Maisie about their future, the invitations to parties they could finally accept, about studying something boring, like poli-sci while going to frat parties and contemplating the sororities they could rush. And through it all, she revelled in the the white shirt she'd worn, deliberately tied up to reveal her flat belly that she'd spent years dieting to keep in shape, and shorts cut off a little too high. They were really old jeans she'd repurposed, but part of this whole experience, this whole trip, was to be free to show off her body, not struggle to find the way around it. This picnic was a great idea, Dove admitted to Maisie, eyes drifting to study her friend's legs, pleased that Maisie was anything but boring. It was all well and good to be the hot friend, but nobody took the hot friend seriously without a crew of good-looking girls, and if Maisie had been someone who preferred to be chaste, this entire thing would just be one trap after another. Little, of course, did Dove know. But for now, she was relieved that Maisie was willing to let loose and be free, the way Dove could be. Grabbing the hamper as they started to park, the one nestled at her feet, which allowed her to bend down and reveal creamy white skin free along her back, strands of blond hair clinging to her neck, I could use some us time. As she jumped out of the car, to the ground, Dove glanced at the empty, open space with a small cabin further up. It looked a bit more like a camp-site than a picnic spot, but well, there wasn't anybody else here, and she was fascinated with how Maisie had found it. Her gaze flipped back to the girl kicking the door open, to the flash of underwear before she glanced back at Maisie's face, about to giggle when Maisie turned the topic back on her. At first, she tried to deny it, simply giggling and saying, Don't worry about some boys, M, I'm not going anywhere! We're still going to be best friends for life! But then things turned, and she blinked, hamper still in her hand, as she stared up at Maisie, the light of the sun leaving shadows unfamiliar in her friend's face and she couldn't, for the life of her, understand. The entire thing seemed insiduous, to say the least, even as she frowned, glanced around at the secluded, woodsy area and then back at Maisie who was speaking like an absolute psycho. What did she mean by spoken for? And a bitch? Dove wasn't any of those things, thank you very much! A little miffed, now, she turned with the hamper and moved toward the grassier area, asking her friend, Are you already drunk? What the hell are you saying? The hamper was cracked open, as she grabbed out two cans of rose and moved back to her friend, offering one dubiously up at the girl and saying, We're definitely going to let loose and have fun, but like, are you trying to come on to me? Because it's super cool if you're a gay girl, like, I support you. But I'm not into that, you know that, right? There, she'd let her best friend down easily, she thought, even as she held the can of wine between them and felt deliberately, uncertainly confused as the sun bared down on her.