Scarlett had dated my best-friend and once that happened she became off limits. The amorousness lasted only a few weeks and I asked Sam for approval weeks later to do something with her; his resentment and displeasure showed quickly and it was very clear that zone was fenced in and she was very far in the middle of it. I had heard gossips from some that she liked me, but I didn’t see any evidence of that. I was so misplaced in my reminiscence that I hadn’t noticed that I had actually walked out of the gym and down the hall until I was at the corner that held her locker. I could hear her shambling around. “She must have forgotten something,” I thought to myself as I gazed around the bend like a Private Investigator. I watched her and my heart sank once again. All of the what-ifs and whys came back into my cranium like a hammer. She was crouched down searching the bottom of her locker and her silhouette toyed with me and made blood gale into my dick so rapidly that I felt giddy. I had. They had shared things that Laura would never even suggest to Earlene.Although Earlene and I have gone pretty far already, she realized, remembering them fisting one another, and the way she had whipped Earlene's breasts. Pretty far. And now... the vise.But Karen and Laura had nearly put one another in the hospital, more times than either one like to remember. Karen leaned close, dangerously close, and breathed in Laura's ear. "You are the one who better get rested up," she warned. "I'm going to fuck you so hard on Saturday that you won't be able to walk on Sunday."Laura's knees suddenly went weak. Karen saw it and smiled. "I can't wait," Laura whispered haltingly."I'll bet you can't." Karen winked. "Now enjoy your little night of torture with your black bimbo."Laura drove home chewing over Karen's words, feeling resentful, and aroused too. Earlene wasn't a bimbo. She shared more with Karen than Karen knew. But more bizarre to Laura was the contrast between this plunge into.
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