Bad School Girls: Part Two

She'd been up all night hating her guts. The journal page looked like it got stabbed—page after torn page, black ink, fucked-up little hearts—Shauna writing until her wrist ached. Can’t stop thinking about the girl even after what she did. Makes zero sense. Hates her. Craves her. Makes her sick and wet at the same time. So she called. Blake actually showed. On the couch Blake sat like she owned it. Zippers undone. Shorts slid down her thighs, and there she was: smooth, open, waiting. Shauna’s fingers went in like they never left her. Two at first, thumb teasing her clit just right, wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Blake’s hips lifted off the cushion, breath sharp, cursing under it. She came hard, thighs shaking, fingernails digging the sofa. Shauna didn’t wait for hers. She shoved Blake down, legs spread wide, head buried, tongue flicking and licking till Blake gripped her hair and rode her face. Blake’s tongue shot back—lapping, sucking, swallowing everything Shauna gave. She promised it’d stay secret this time. Said the words like she meant them, mouth slick with her best friend’s come. They both knew the lie for what it was, but neither pulled away.