"Hey P. Sawyer," Brooke said amiably as she burst into her friend's room.

Peyton stared despondently at her bedside table.

"You okay?" Brooke asked concerned.

"Huh? –Oh, yeah. Nothing," Peyton responded.

Brooke remained persistent, hand on hip to get a proper response.

"Okay, it's just…Anna. She just came in and… -and kissed me."

"She kissed you?" Brooke gasped.

"It's no big deal or anything, "she lied to herself. "But I kinda freaked out and... scared her off. I mean, I don't care if she's, you know. It's just…" Peyton trailed off.

Brooke attentively sat down on the bed next to her.

"I mean, it's a bit weird, right?" Peyton laughed nervously for a second. She felt bad saying it, but had to reassure herself so she didn't feel so guilty.

"Sure," Brooke moved over and gave her a friendly hug. "It doesn't mean she's not into guys just as much, you know," Brooke added. "Otherwise, that'd be really embarrassing for Lucas," she joked, trying to cheer her friend up.

"Thanks," Peyton spoke softly, feinting a smile. "But do –do you think it's weird? Like…it's crazy." Peyton still hadn't heard a direct "yes, it's crazy" yet, and she just wanted to hear it.

"Well, yeah, it can be. But there a lot of girls like that out there," Brooke told her as she seemed to be getting more jittery by the second.

"And if I liked it," Peyton paused. "Kind of liked it…that doesn't mean necessarily mean anything, right? Right? Because I was thinking about Jake when it happened, and –and I wasn't even thinking of Anna," she continued in worry, biting her fingernails.

"Peyton, Peyton," Brooke held her hand to calm her down. "I've kissed a girl before too, okay? It doesn't mean anything," she told her with a smile as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

Peyton's teary eyes and sweet-smiled face relaxed somewhat as she looked at her best friend. "You're the best, B. Davis," is what she wanted to say….

But instead, Peyton lunged forward, tightly grabbing the other girl's hips as she took her in for a passionate kiss.

Brooke's hands stumbled and staggered across the bed as Peyton's warm mouth pressed against her vigorously, the blonde's tongue flicking into hers.

Before Brooke could take another second to think, Peyton had ran her hands under the brunette's shirt, roaming and groping anything and everything.

Their lips still forcibly connected, Peyton nudged enough for Brooke to lie on her back. The brunette wasn't having such a bad time at all with this.

Brooke took a grasp of Peyton's upper thighs, moving them up to her money maker, and digging in.

If a third person had walked in, they would've mistaken it for the eighth wonder of the world, it was that good.

The two french kissed as they rubbed against one another's bodies, letting out the softest, sexiest of moans.

"Peyton," Brooke shrieked in delight. She lifted up her arms so the blonde could wretch off her shirt, then helped her do the same.

Their sweaty, glistening tummies continued jolting together as they went into another kiss. Both girls' hands squeezed every part of the other with incontrollable pleasure and exuberance.

Peyton broke the kiss and looked deeply into her friend's eyes.

"So am I Jake or Brooke?" Brooke half-whispered in that sexy tone of hers.

"Brooke," Peyton said with a smile. "Definitely… Brooke… Davis." With each word, Peyton tugged Brooke's bra down, until her oh-so-perfect breasts popped out freely.

Brooke let out a short laugh and smirk, but as soon as the blonde caressed her supple breasts in her mouth, the horny B Davis got the better of her.

As Brooke shuffled up the bed, Peyton stayed on her like a leech. The blonde would lick and nibble on one breast, and squeeze and knead the other with her hand.

"Peyton…Peyton," Brooke said impatiently to direct her friend's attention. "Show me yours, P Sawyer," she demanded sweetly.

Peyton gave her boob one last lick as she sat up on Brooke's waist and unclipped her bra.

She mimicked with a laugh as she juggled her hiding boobs from side to side, before chucking the silver silk bra to the side.

"Mmm-hmmm," the brunette giggled. "B Davis approves," Brooke laughed, with a third-person view remark much like Chris Keller's, as she watched all her perky goodness pop out.

Peyton shuffled down to Brooke's knees and started undoing jeans' buttons.

"Oh, god, Peyton. You're making me so wet," Brooke snickered. "Thank you, Anna!" she shouted in delight as Peyton smelt around her panties.

If it wasn't for Anna to act out her bi tendencies today, Brooke wouldn't be getting any of her own! Peyton wouldn't be as keen as ever to share her incredible tongue or breasts, or fondness of the lower region as she was now.

All Brooke had to do was lie back and watch her topless BFF slid down her damp panties a couple inches – enough to gain full access to the V.I.P. section.

"Hos over bros, B Davis," Peyton looked up with a smirk.

"Licks over dicks."

The two girls cracked up…pity they couldn't make that a public motto.

"I'm flattered," Peyton giggled as she tried settling down. "Licks," she took a slow, heavenly swipe of Brooke's cunt. "…over dicks," she jammed two fingers inside, imitating her words.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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