Releasing Desires
"So this is what Fulton gave you," Kelsi said. "It's a nice locker, bigger than the one I have. Troy, I really appreciate you touring me around. It's nice getting to know you better."
"Same to you." Troy smiled at the petite lady. "I can't believe I'm saying this but you helped me cope with my problems."
Leaving the past behind, and the future ahead, Troy nudged his head forward towards Kelsi's, and their lips touched. Forgetting about everything that happened earlier, it led to a passionate, yet awkward kiss. "It's my way of saying thank you."
It felt good, both of them enjoyed it, and it was obvious that each of them wanted more. Troy placed his hands on her hips, and while sitting up she positioned her legs around Troy's body, and sat Indian style. Every touch, every word whispered, it was all surreal.
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"SHARPAY!" Gabriella whined. "Do you want to party? I want to party! Let's leave Ryan behind, and um, party!"
"Come back," Ryan said to Gabriella who was walking (& stumbling) over to Sharpay. "Ugh! Why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen!"
Sharpay laughed at Ryan and waved goodbye. She didn't really want to "party" with her enemy, but hey, she was drunk, so it didn't count! She was out of character anyway.
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Troy couldn't take it anymore. He reached for the nip of Kelsi's shirt, and carefully lifted it over her head. Still sitting like a foreigner, Kelsi did the same, but struggled to take off her partner's top. He tilted back to make it easier, and was successful; the tank was off in seconds. Troy's sharp abs were exposed, and it was the first time Kelsi ever bothered to notice it. His abs were perfectly chiseled, and it looked like he worked out for hours nonstop at the gym. As they continued to touch lips, Troy messed with her bra plugs, which was surprisingly easy to undo. No, Sharpay was wrong. Kelsi wasn't flat-chested, behind all the layers of jackets she wore was lickable bundles of joy. "Your kids would look forward to drinking milk, Kels," Troy complimented.
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"Strip, bitch," Gabriella demanded the blonde on their way to Sharpay's room. "I didn't come with your bro. Maybe you can help?"
"Sheesh, girl, you're a bit feisty, chill."
"No, Sharpay, you chill. Do as I say."
For the first time ever, Sharpay met another "Sharpay" - another demanding, do-as-I-want-or-else woman.
"Fine, bitch, it's not my first time doing this any ways." Sharpay took off her blue sparkly top, and pulled down her flashy skirt with a pink tutu-like fabric sticking out in the back.
"Halt."
"Uh, what do you want now?"
"To do the rest, duh."
Gabriella is a bit hostile when she's had too much to drink.
Trelsi is coming at ya.