Car Troubles

Hime Marie sat in her bedroom scribbling in her diary about the new neighbor Jeff. She wanted him bad. Nothing worked. He never looked twice. So she cooked up a plan. She banged up her car and called him, nice and helpless. He said he’d come over. Hime grinned and made sure her shirt hugged tight and her shorts barely covered anything. Jeff showed up with a knockout blonde on his arm. Chloe Cherry. Hotter than sin and clearly his. Hime’s stomach twisted. Jeff popped the hood and went to work. The girls drifted to the backseat to talk. After a minute Hime climbed in, hoping he’d follow. Chloe slid in after her instead, voice low, saying Jeff wasn’t worth the effort. Said she used to date girls. Said if she still did, Hime would be first on the list. Hime asked if Chloe liked kissing boys or girls better. Chloe smiled, told her a girl’s lips were softer. Everything was softer. Hime stared at her with that fuck-me look. Chloe leaned in, mouths meeting slow, wet, tongues sliding. While Jeff stayed lost under the engine, Chloe’s face pressed between Hime’s thighs, tasting skin the car never got to see.