JANIS

Oh my god.

It's all I could think.

What in fucks name was going on.

The last thing I remember was wishing some kind of tree would fall through the roof and kill me so I wouldn't have to endure Glen thrusting into me again and again. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could pull a popular guy and enjoy being like that with a guy.

Trying to convince myself that this felt good and it was right and I was just nervous. I wanted to leave the whole time and I could have. I just wanted to see if I could feel anything. But nothing from his admittedly massive penis to his chiselled chest had got my heart thumping. But now.

I must have been dreaming.

My sight was blurry but I couldn't deny the fact Regina George was standing in her underwear in the same room as me. I could see her nipples through her bra and a slight dark area between her legs. Oh my god. Wake up, wake up, wake up this was so weird.

I tried to steady myself on the worktop and my head pounded and then I realised I wasn't wearing a bra. Oh god, oh god. I grabbed a towel and attempted to cover myself with it.

"Hah. Not bad Janis. And yet you continue to wear those hideous clothes."

I blushed, hard. The shower had sobered me up slightly but I still slurred.

"Reginaa whatthe fuck" I rubbed my head.

"I told you. If you tell anyone I helped you I will make, your, life, a, li-ving, hell."

She was walking towards me, my stomach dropped. Dear god she had a body like a supermodel. Skinny long legs, perfect boobs, long blonde wet hair and a flat, flat stomach. I felt like a mushroom.

My head seared with pain and I went to reach up forgetting about my towel all together.

I squeezed my eyes shut with pain.

"It cant be that bad". Did I detect the slightest concern in her voice. No, it cant have been.

I opened my eyes and she was so close I could see the freckles on her collarbones and smell her perfume even though she had obviously showered.

"and I reckon its only fair" she said.

I was so confused. Then she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, her breasts falling free. Even her fucking nipples were perfect. Life was shit.

She took my hands gently from my head and placed them over both her breasts.

The look on my face must have been priceless and a million thoughts rushed through my head.

"I-I- What're"

She shushed me and pressed herself into my cupped hands.

My heart beat so fast and I felt a wetness that wasn't from the shower between my legs. My stomach churned weirdly – but not in a way that needed food.

"I dare you" she added

This must be some kind of horrible trick. How could she do this to me. There was probably a room full of people in the next room ready to make fun of the famous 'Janice Ian Dyke'. For gods sake. Why like this. I'd supressed my feeling so long since we were friends that I forgot how much I simply wanted to just brush my hands in her hand and kiss her on the cheek. Stop. You like guys. Shes messing with you stop it.

"Youresucha bitch. Why wouldyoudo this"

She put one perfectly manicured finger against my lips and softly prised my lips open.

Sssssh.

My hands were still touching her boobs.

Two hands slid around my waist and she pulled me in. Looking into my eyes.

Don't trust her, don't do it. You know how good she is at making people into fools. All she had to do was flick her hair and boys would fall at her feet. Whereas I would have to literally be naked and dry humping the corn dog stall to get that kind of attention. Why did she have her arms around me and why was she, oh god, closer, don't give in. Turn away and run. Grab your clothes. Hit her, something-

"Stop thinking so much", she finished by softly kissing me once on the lips.