AN: I don't know why, but I feel like I need to give forewarning when I do this... Notice the rating change!
The next few weeks were actually very fun for the two high school girls. They had decided to become 'friends' at school, so they started sitting next to each other and laughing…on top of the daily arguing. Remy still flirted with everything that moved, which caused Allison to become jealous.
During their set duty, they would fight about whom Remy could and could not flirt with, and eventually, Remy would grab Allison and kiss her before anything would be resolved.
Allison decided to teach Remy a lesson and started flirting with some of the jocks, mainly House before Vocal 5, to get back at her. She and House had had an on again off again relationship in the beginning of their two years together, so it was perfect to make Remy seethe with jealous anger.
The fighting between the teenagers turned to a 'look who's talking?' kind of battle, but eventually one would pounce on the other and they'd kiss the crap out of each other to make up.
Remy had only told two people her past; those two people were Jo and Steve—they did ask if they could tell at least the counselor at the school in case something were to happen for some reason. She did agree with that. After all, she really did love them like parents. They even started calling her their daughter during interviews or when they had guests over. They had a certain type of understanding and love with each other that was rare, and almost extinct in Remy's life.
It was a bright and sunny Monday afternoon. It was the first Monday that Allison and Remy didn't have set duty. Miss Fitzpatrick told them that they had more important things to worry about: like lines, and everything else they needed for their performances on stage. So, they decided it was time to start 'rehearsing' at Remy's house…
"Remy!" Allison hollered as Remy was about to walk out the doors.
"Allison!" She mimicked her tone of voice.
"Miss Fitzpatrick thinks we need to get together and go over lines outside of rehearsal…" She trailed off.
People were staring at them because they were still surprised that the two girls had stopped butting heads and were becoming pretty good…friends? Was that the right word? When Remy glared at everyone, they backed off and headed the different directions they were going before the conversation started.
"Okay…are you going anywhere with this?" She asked setting her guitar, that she had been asked to bring to class everyday for the rest of the semester, down and crossing her arms.
"Well, I assume that you don't have any plans since she just gave us the day off today."
"You assume correctly." The taller girl nodded.
"Well, would you want to just go ahead and start today and go until curtain call?" The smaller girl asked hopefully.
"Uuuuhh, yeah I can do that." She said looking around at everyone still eavesdropping as they were gathering their stuff. "Would you mind coming to my house before rehearsal? I mean, I'm not afraid of a crowd or anything; it's just I feel like I see more of this god forsaken place and these god forsaken eavesdroppers than I do my own family and home…"
"Oh, sure that's fine." She answered.
Remy turned back toward the doors and headed out. "I need to drop this by one of the music rooms and then I'll be ready."
"Okay." She stopped walking and was going to wait when she changed her mind, "I don't know where you live."
"So? I don't know where you live…" Remy said as she walked into the specific room she was needing to go to.
"Well, should I just follow you, or are you going to give me directions?" She asked, leaning against the door frame…out of everyone's hearing distance.
Remy looked at her like there was an obvious resolution, "How about I just drive you? We have to come back here at six anyway. It's only like two..maybe three hours that we'll be at the house…no use in taking two cars." She said as she put the guitar in its case.
"People might talk." Allison said lowering her voice even more and stepping into the room a few feet.
"People already do." Remy stated as she got a little too close for Allison's comfort, but at the same time, it was what Allison wanted the most. "People talk about how Fitz-P's punishments always work, and she always gets the results she sets out for. She wanted us to become friends. We are; that's what they talk about. Now, they already know that we decided to go to my house…we're just saving your car's gas while driving my sex in car form to and from my house. No big deal." She tried to comfort her and convince her secret girlfriend without using her favorite sense: Touch.
Allison looked at her and laughed, "Okay, sounds rational." She said as she followed Remy to the parking lot and to the 'sex in car form.'
Everyone saw Allison heading to the passenger side of one of the hottest cars on campus. The odd thing about that was NO ONE got in the passenger side of the Stingray Concept. No one until Allison Marie Cameron, the one girl that was pretty much guaranteed to never see the interior of "Princess" or "O-Dawg". Those were the car's nicknames; its real name was Olivia, named after the actress that played her favorite character—that just so happened to have the same sexuality—on her favorite TV drama.
House, the jock that Allison had been flirting with non-stop to make Remy jealous; the guy that thought he was going to get back into Allison's pants after the musical, was one of the few to make a comment.
"Hey Cameron!" He yelled as he jogged over to the car. He tried to lean in to kiss her—thinking he had been punished enough over the past month and a half or so, and thought he was in the clear. But she turned away before anything happened. She caught Remy's eyes that burned with that jealous anger; that made her smirk.
You see, in his eyes, they were practically dating again—on a particularly catty day between the real couple, he asked her out on a trial run kind of date…'to see if they still had it'. She agreed and went out with him. Ever since she had decided to go with it because that way "there would be even less suspicion."
"What's going on? I thought you had set duty until the play…"
"Well, Miss Fitzpatrick told us that we needed to take our time from set duty and use it to go over our lines for the next couple weeks. We have the least rehearsal time and she knows that…" She explained, looking over at Remy who was leaning against her car paying undivided attention to them.
House looked at Remy too, "Hey Thirteen, don't you have some kind of issue with other people getting in your car? I mean I've asked you once or twice and I know a lot of people that have asked for rides and you've shot them down cold." He turned back to Allison, "Maybe I should drive you to wherever you two are headed; I know you've been craving a ride on my bike… I could watch and give my input as an audience member."
Allison was going to give some sort of sorry ass excuse, but Remy cut her off, "Actually House, I don't have an issue with everyone getting in my car. I have an issue with jackasses and people I've only spoken two words to getting in my car. Now, we've had a few conversations here and there…guess which category you fit into. Come on Allison, let's go." She huffed, making sure to emphasize that she used the girl's first name instead of her last, as she popped the doors open and got in.
"Yeah, Thirteen, that was a real bruiser. I've never been called a jackass before." House laughed as he turned his attention back to Allison.
He tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away. "Bye House."
"Why is it that every time Thirteen says jump you ask 'how high?'" He blocked her from getting in the car. "I understand that you're busy with the play and she's the one you act with most, but Jesus Cameron, shouldn't you get a little say on what and for how long you two rehearse?"
Remy leaned over and popped her head out of the passenger side, "First of all I have never asked her to jump, and yes House, I know you were using it as a metaphor. I don't control everything she does because that would be weird. She makes her own choices. The only reason I'm speaking for her now is because you are really starting to piss me the fuck off. Now back off of my car! Allison, I don't give a flying fuck if you want to spend time with your boyfriend here;" She gave Allison a look of death as she said the word 'boyfriend'. That had been the main topic of their fights the past few days…how much flirting was too much, "I just want to go home for a couple hours for once before dark. I want to eat a real meal before I have to come back here. Either shut the door and back away or get in and shut the door. In five seconds I'm leaving." She pushed herself up and started counting.
Remy didn't even finish the Mississippi of the first second when Allison said "Bye House" in a forceful tone. She had dissed and dismissed him and by the second second she was closing the door from inside the car. Remy pealed out of the parking lot, leaving House in the dust, and raced to her house. She was pissed and Allison knew it. She went 50 up the neighborhood street, and she scared Allison a little bit. As she drove around the Mansion to the back yard and turned her car around so that she was facing the street then backing in to the second garage, Allison was finally able to separate her heart beats and calm herself down.
She didn't even notice that the second garage had another house attached until Remy opened the door and asked if she was coming. Allison couldn't do anything but follow her into this second house. "Oh my God, Remy do you live here?" She asked as she followed her to the kitchen and sat on a barstool.
Remy had opened the fridge to look for food. "Yeah, Jo and Steve let me live here and not the Mansion as long as I keep to our terms and conditions." She hadn't calmed down yet, and she slammed the door closed. "If you're hungry, I don't have a lot of food right now, but help yourself." She walked out of the kitchen and threw herself on her living room couch.
Allison had of course flinched at the noise and stayed in the kitchen for a moment—or five—before going into the living room, finding her deepest darkest secret of a girlfriend leaning over her coffee table…finger painting. "What are you doing?"
"Finger painting, what does it look like?" She stood up, picked up her canvas board, covered her paints and went back to the kitchen. She put the canvas on the kitchen table and went to the sink to wash her hands.
"Well, it looked like finger painting…Rem, you didn't have to stop on my account…" She tried to put on a soothing voice, Remy had never been this mad before, not even when they fought, which she knew was about to happen. She just needed to find the right needle to pop the balloon. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I gonna keep on guessing?"
Remy turned with fire and fury, "You really have to guess?" She yelled as she stomped back into the next room.
That was right needle… Allison didn't say anything.
"How can you tell me over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again that that jackass isn't a threat? How can you tell me that you're my girlfriend and that there's no one else you'd rather talk to at night than me when he's—when he's been on what? Fucking call waiting! Are you fucking kidding me?" She had been pacing and turned back at her fuming, "I fucking hole myself up in my room at night 'cause all I want is to hear your voice one more time before I go to sleep!" She stopped pacing and her voice lowered a small amount, "I pick fights with you at school because you ask me to, so that there's 'less of a chance of getting caught!' I never get to hold your hand or you in public! I never get to kiss you or tell you that you look gorgeous!" She was zoning in on Allison gradually, "I try so fucking hard not to look at you the way I want to because it will give us away! Then, he just waltz's up and does it all in front of my face? Tell me how the fuck that is fair!" She was yelling again, mad as hellfire. "You are the only person that I have ever wanted—truly wanted—in my life. I'm fucking in love with you and I can't tell anyone except for my parent-like cousins!" —She had indeed talked about Allison with Jo and Steve…but, Steve would usually leave the conversation saying that it sounded like a 'girls only' talk. He'd then go to his man cave and play pool and video games while Joanna and Remy proceeded with the conversations.
Allison had been timid to move one direction or the other throughout Remy's speech because of the myriad of emotions in her eyes, but now, she closed the remaining distance between them. "You're in love with me?" She hugged her close, and Remy nodded in the embrace. "I'm in love with you too." She said as she pulled Remy's chin to her smaller frame and kissed her.
Remy went into the kiss with a different type of energy. An energy that almost got them in trouble one week after their confessions…an energy that gave them the illusion that they could almost have sex on stage and get away with it. If they had waited a minute longer to pull away from each other that day, they would not have gotten away with it, for Miss Fitzpatrick came in to dismiss them about thirty seconds after their unwanted break from each other.
Remy kissed down Allison's neck and grabbed her bare legs and pulled them around her waist. She pulled up on Allison's casual mini dress while Allison kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned Remy's shirt; all the while they were headed up the stairs to Remy's bedroom.
Remy laid her down and with an immense gentleness. She finished removing her dress with the same care that she had used whilst laying her down. It was like she was roasting the perfect marshmallow: she couldn't throw it in the fire, for it would just burn, she had to care for it properly to get that golden brown on the outside and gooey warm fluff on the inside.
Allison had never been treated in such a way, and she knew that Remy knew this and was trying to show her how she could be treated everyday. Remy stood up and took her own clothes off before leaning once more on the bed, taking the hem of Allison's boy shorts and looking up in question. When Allison nodded her head with approval, Remy slid the underwear off and kissed up her legs. She nipped and licked on her inner thighs. She could tell Allison was more than ready by the amount of squirming the blonde was doing.
She kissed past her nether regions, up her flat and taut tummy. She made sure to give thorough attention to her chest—God's most lovely creation…—before proceeding to the blonde's face. She kissed up her neck and either cheek before kissing her mouth.
They each kept their eyes open, and when their eyes locked is when Remy moved her delicate, artistic fingers to the small trimmed and waxed bundle of curls that stayed at the joining of Allison's legs. Remy teased, circled, and rubbed Allison's sensitive nub before finally delving her fingers further. She gathered some natural juices with her thumb so she could continue to give attention to the bundle of nerves that her fingers left.
Allison groaned and moaned like she had never done so before. "Mmnngh, Baby. More." Remy stopped her teasing and did as told and inserted a finger. "Mmmore." Another finger, and she began to pump slowly. "Ungh that feels sooo good. Mmm faster!" Everything felt all too amazing and soon she was talking incoherently, but Remy knew what she wanted and she didn't hesitate to give it to her.
After Allison had calmed down from the most amazing orgasm that she had ever experienced in her short life, she rolled on top of Remy and nipped at her lips a few times, grabbing Remy's bottom lip between her teeth. "Hmm, okay Baby. Now it's your turn." She said grinning as she kissed her full on and began exploring her mouth.
They were lying peacefully, blissfully a while later. Remy's back was against the headboard and Allison's back was against Remy. Remy's arms were wrapped around her. Allison was drawing lazy circles on Remy's arm. "Can I ask you a question besides the one I'm asking right now and you not get mad, or shut down?" She turned her head to look at Remy.
Remy exhaled while she finished up an internal debate, "Yeah, I guess I can try, but you sound pretty serious…" She kissed the side of her head. She was thankful that Allison understood that it wasn't necessarily that she 'doesn't' open up, which is what she tells people…but it's that she can't… She's been burned too many times by her past to keep opening up.
"How come you live here?" She asked, fingering the sheet that was over their legs.
"Because Joanna and Steve gave me the option of a room in the mansion or the entire guest house…" She trailed off like the answer was obvious.
"No. I mean where're your parents? Why don't you live with them?" She felt Remy tense and hoped she wasn't going to shut down.
"My mom died when I was thirteen and my dad is a fuckin' crazy bastard that turns to the bottle or whatever is closest when things don't go exactly how he wants. I don't live with him because he used to hit me, and when I came out to him things went from hitting to throwing broken bottles at me. It got to the point that he threw me into some glass shards and made sure that I got cut…it just so happened to be the palm of my hand…thirteen stitches" She turned her hand over to reveal the thick scar that not even the thirteen stitches could hide completely. "He told me that I might as well finish the job. So, the day I turned fifteen I became an emancipated minor and moved the hell away." She paused and looked down at Allison.
She could tell Allison wanted to ask more questions, so she decided to answer them before she could ask. "I had a pretty good trust fund going at the time, and I went out and got a nice, small, apartment for one. I started playing real gigs, and I needed more and more things and instruments in order to do so. I was spending a lot more money than I was making. I sold Jennifer—my tan Honda Civic, and bought Reba—that white and red shimmery Hippie Van in the garage. I needed a huge car for my gigs anyway, and I needed the money for my rent. That didn't last long and soon Reba became my home.
"Eight months, two weeks and four days later, I was hired to play at a club. That night Joanna and Steve were there. She saw me, recognized me, and took me home." She got out from the bed and started putting clothes on. "Come on, we got to get food before we go back to school."
Allison swallowed the lump in her throat that formed during the other girl's life story—brought down to like five minutes. She walked on her knees over to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around Remy's neck. "I love you." She kissed her.
"I love you." Remy kissed her back and wrapped her right arm around the smaller girl as her left hand held firm to Allison's hip.
"One more question?" She asked before Remy could deepen anything.
Remy sighed and nodded, "One more question." She repeated her girlfriend's words.
"Thirteen…is that from when your mom died? Or from the stitches?" She was staring into her eyes as she asked.
"Both…the people I hung out with at the time were just starting to become druggies, and one of them said I should just go by the unlucky number since it seemed to be following me…from then on they, as well as the entire school and staff, called me Thirteen. I just decided to own it instead of cower in it…"
Allison kissed her once more. They got dressed and began their trek to the main house for some food.
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Steve was in the living room and glanced out of the window wall to his backyard when he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes.
"Babe?" He called to Joanna.
"Yeah?" She walked in the room, having been on her way there already.
"Did we know that R.B. was out of detention?" He asked still looking outside.
"Yeah, I think she said that Miss Fitzpatrick hinted at them not having set duty Friday…" She was looking at her husband's swimmer's V back and ass.
"Did we know that she was bringing girls home with her?" He asked with a huge ass grin on his face—he forgot that he was supposed to be more of a parent to the younger girl and would often root her on when she began her stories that involved boyfriend's, girlfriend's or just kissing for the hell of it.
"What?" Joanna ran to the window wall and under his arm so that she could see what he was looking at. "Aww, look at her…she looks so happy…" She trailed off and grabbed onto his arm as he snaked it around her.
"Yes she does…do you think she can see us even though the sun is setting and there's a glare right now?" He asked.
Joanna's face slacked with realization, "Oh God!" She turned into Steve "Go, go, go! Get away from the window!" She pushed on him. Somehow they became tangled and they both fell to the floor.
An 'ow' and a 'damn it' came from both of them.
When they heard the girls on the porch, Joanna grabbed Steve's face, "Quick! Make out with me!" She pulled him in and they started macking on each other as a cover.
Remy opened the door and let Allison in first. They looked down at the adults before Remy took Allison's hand and began leading her to the kitchen, "You are aware that we're not blind…we can see you through the nice, clean, OPEN window that takes up the ENTIRE wall…" This made Allison laugh as the adults pulled apart embarrassed and slowly stood up.
"What? What are you talking about?" Joanna asked, straightening her clothes.
"I sure don't know what R.B.'s talking about…I thought I saw a bunny…" Steve shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, yeah right!" Remy retorted.
"R.B.?" Allison asked, squeezing Remy's hand as she looked at her questioningly.
"It's just a dumb nickname Steve came up with one night." She was glaring at Steve, but wasn't really mad at him. "That's Steve, by the way, and this is my cousin Joanna." Remy introduced them as she hugged the woman that had come over to the two teens.
"Hi, I've heard a lot about you…" Joanna shook Allison's hand with a goofy smile on her face.
"Jo!" Remy said embarrassed.
"No it's okay…" She looked at Remy then back to Joanna, "I'm a big fan…of both of you." She looked over to Steve who was walking over to them.
"Oh, we're big fans of yours too. Aren't we R.B.?" He asked, wanting to bring her nickname back to topic.
Allison looked up at the man, trying to decipher what it could possibly mean.
"You wanna know?" He had a grin on his face.
"No!" Remy said loudly as she walked around the kitchen counter to find some food that they could take on the road, but Allison was nodding her head, too curious to not know.
"No, R.B….she wants to know…" He indicated Allison's vigorous nodding before turning back to the blonde. "It's her first and middle name initials."
"Okay…Well the 'R' is obviously Remy, but I don't know her middle name…" She jumped and turned as Remy yelled.
"Steve don't! Jo! Don't let him tell!" She whined like a five year old.
Joanna gave her husband her 'I mean business look', but it was too late. It had already started its trek through his body and out his mouth, "It's Beauregard!" He pointed at Remy and covered his mouth kind of—but not really at all—ashamed that he couldn't keep it in.
Remy's eyes flashed bright with anger and started to jump over the counter, but Joanna, who had been helping Remy prepare whatever snack she was taking, grabbed her by her shorts and pulled her down, "Don't you dare, young lady!" She said in her best 'mom' voice.
"Beauregard?" Allison walked around the counter to her and looked at her.
"Yes…" she kicked the ground much like a grumpy toddler would, "It's a family name." She looked at the blonde.
Allison leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I think it's precious…" and to boost the witty girl's ego even more, "and sexy." She had said the last part only loud enough for Remy to hear. She kissed her cheek and received a wild grin in return.
"We have to get to rehearsal. Thanks Jo." Remy kissed her pseudo-mother's cheek, grabbed the lunch sacks and took Allison's hand as she headed toward the door.
"It was nice meeting you." Allison waved as they walked out side and down to the second garage. With that, they went back to the school and back to the real world.
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About a week later Remy was on her way to English; she was feeling rather free and uppity this particular day. This was because the day prior she was asked to be the talent at the musical's after party; she loved being talent.
The performing arts teachers, i.e. Miss's Clarke and Fitzpatrick, had told all of the students to try to dress and stay comfortable throughout the days ahead. They apologized for how late they had been keeping them, but it was going to be over in the next week.
Remy was wearing a baseball cap, boy jeans, a t-shirt with a flannel shirt over, a studded belt and skateboard shoes—nothing in her closet was more comfortable except for PJ's, but this outfit was more appropriate and people expected her to wear stuff like this—She was very Jamie from Grind, if you will.
She was as comfy as could be when Principal McBride and Ms. Tyler were walking by. "Thirteen. Hat off." McBride said, stopping in front of her.
"Oh man! You guys call me Thirteen too? That's awesome! I mean, really the only teachers that call me by my name are Miss Clarke and Fitz-P, but even they get bored and call me Thirteen sometimes. I had no idea that higher faculty even bothered learning my name, let alone my nickname…" She rambled trying to get away with leaving her hat on out of pure laziness of not wanting to go to her locker to store it.
"Yes, well we like to accommodate our students here and call them by what they want to be called…I don't see that hat coming off Thirteen." He said crossing his arms.
Remy pursed her lips together and took the hat off, shaking her head while doing so.
Miss Tyler was laughing as Principal McBride proceeded to his office. "Nice try Thirteen."
"Thanks Ms. Tyler…I thought I had distracted him enough that time…damn."
Jennie laughed at the younger woman, not bothering to comment on her language, "I think one more sentence should do it."
She put her hat back on, "Okay, thanks for the tip."
"Sure, I like to help."
Remy was going to extend another polite 'Thanks', but she heard a voice yelling from down the hall, and this voice was very, very distinct. "I gotta go." Remy took off.
"Right behind you." Jennie was hot on her heals.
When they got to where the yelling was, a crowd had formed. Allison and House…and Stacy were yelling like no one was around. "What's going on?" Remy asked Lisa, one of the few people in the school she'd consider a friend.
"Oh, well…Apparently House had been cheating on Allison throughout their entire relationship. And she got really pissed and told him that the reason she left him was for someone else, but she wasn't rubbing it in his face." She stood with her eyes glued on the trio like they were TV screen and she didn't have a DVR, or had no ability to rewind.
Remy looked at her with saucers for eyes, and the shorter brunette glanced at her when she felt her gaze. "I know; it gets better." She grinned a little as she told the rest of the story, "The girl he was cheating on her with was Stacy, one of her supposed best friends. I mean, she's got me, Stacy, and I guess now she's got you…" Lisa said. "I can't believe Stacy didn't tell me. And I can't believe she would do that to Allison! I mean, my God!"
"I can." Remy replied. Jennie and Lisa looked at her. "I'm sorry I can. She's been known to be the other woman. Stacy's a bitch faced slut whore and that's all there is to it." She shrugged as she looked on to the fight at hand.
"YOU couldn't satisfy him, so I decided to help you out." Stacy had said.
"Go to hell you fucking bitch!" Allison spat.
Stacy didn't like that, so she launched herself at Allison. Jennie backed away a few feet to call for Principal McBride and back up.
"Oh, Jesus." Remy said before going into the fight herself. She ripped Stacy off Allison before she could do anything to hurt her. That pissed Stacy off even more, so she started for Remy. Remy stood up so fast that no one knew what was happening until she had Stacy pinned against the lockers.
"You don't want to do this Stacy." She spoke calmly. "When I'm done talking I'm going to let go of you. You're going to back the fuck off and go your separate way." She paused and took a breath, "You get the guy: congratulations. You will not touch, speak and, if you can help it, be near Allison until all of this has blown over and is in the past; you hear me?"
Stacy nodded.
"Good. If you violate any of these restrictions and I find out, then I would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of you." She paused for a moment letting it sink in. "And if you ever cause Lisa any sort of pain like this, I will not hesitate to go to extreme lengths to make your life a living hell. Do what you want with me. Humiliate me. Make me cry. I don't give a flying fuck, but realize that revenge is a bitch. See, you've crossed that line and now one of the few people I care about is hurting because of you. And when someone I care about gets hurt, shit gets real."
She pushed away from her, "Think about it." She said as she patted her cheek with 'a little' too much force. She turned around to help Allison up; she dusted her off and asked if she was okay. When Allison nodded she looked in her eyes to make sure and grabbed her books up off the ground. When she stood back up she looked at Stacy who was staring at her with an insane amount of venom, but at the same time her eyes held a certain amount regret. Then she looked at House; he looked like an angry jackass…She knew she might have something to worry about.
"What's going on here?" McBride said as the fight was breaking up. Miss Tyler actually had to run to the office to get him because her Walkie had run out of batteries.
"Ask House and Stacy." Lisa said, quick to cover for Remy and Allison. She and Remy had their hands on Allison's back and were walking away from the crowd.
"Miss Warner, Mr. House come with me. Thirteen!" McBride called, Remy turned around. "What did I say about that hat?"
"Sorry Principal McBride." Remy said taking her hat off and continuing on her way. "Thanks for covering for me, Lisa."
"Hey, I should be thanking you…I heard what you said to Stacy." Lisa smiled at Remy who smiled back at her. "Now you, are you okay?" She looked at Allison.
AN: This one is dedicated to DarkVigilante without whom I would never have had the guts to write a graphic sex scene…thanks girl, you are a-fuckin-mazing!
Let me know how you like it, and I'll post the next chapter!...man, this whole bribing for reviews thing feels like it should be pathetic, but in all actuality, it's just fun, haha!