She stared at them, then licked them clean. “Yeah,” Kylie sighed. “Well, I can prove you’re not weird. Next to me, she’s easily our school’s best athlete. Miranda ran her hand over the smooth, taut curve of Kylie’s rump, and her hand slipped between her legs. I think Miranda wanted to ask for details, but she didn’t. I guess I’d better not ask who it was.”
“I – I can’t get off,” Kylie said, looking up, but lowering her voice as though someone might hear. At least that part of this exercise had succeeded. She caught herself. She bit her finger and clutched at her suit, taking ragged breaths and bucking wildly. But it’s not something to get upset over.”
“It feels weird.”
“Don’t – don’t worry about it,” Miranda said, shaking her head and grinning.
