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"I'm not going to let Victoria take your virginity."

"What do you mean?" Max replied, half-aware of the answer already.

"You're about to find out."

And with that, Chloe drew her black tank top over her head and tossed it aside. Max propped herself up on her elbows, reclined on Chloe's bed, watching, aghast, letting her eyes trail up the V of her exposed hip bones, to her taut stomach, ribs, supple cleave, finally settling on the older girl's blushing face. She wore a confident, albeit unsure, expression.

Chloe sidled up to the edge of the bed, pressing it with her knees before she began to crawl, hands on either side of Max's feet, then legs, then shoulders. Glaring down at a very surprised Max, she looked fierce, hot with desire. With subtle grace, Chloe dipped, capturing Max's lips in her own, lingering a moment before she pulled back. She dipped again, another kiss, this one deeper, tongue probing along Max's teeth before the younger girl opened to the ministrations with a soft sigh. Chloe withdrew, and asked:

"You're a virgin, right?"

Max nodded, looking doe-eyed as she met Chloe's almost predatory gaze. There was something behind the older girl's stare - something implacable, but savage, as though she was analyzing prey moments away from becoming a meal. Max briefly thought back to Victoria's warning, but as quickly as it came, the thought vanished. So suffused in the sweet honey haze of lust, her mind blanked. She opened her mouth to speak but cried out instead as Chloe's fingers met her sensitive delta, pressing against the fabric of her jeans.

With a single deft movement, Chloe unbuttoned them and pinched the zipper. Max's hand found Chloe's, gripping it tight. Everything was happening so fast. She needed to continue with a clear head, she knew, and if that wasn't possible she knew she couldn't continue at all. Speaking in a timid voice, Max said:

"Wait."

- and Chloe stopped, shuddering to a halt. She looked down at Max, pausing so the younger girl could speak, but the words never came. Hesitantly, Max guided Chloe's hand deeper, down past her waistline and into her pants. If things were to progress, they would progress on her terms, not Chloe's. Her fingers brushed cloth, and she began to press, lightly at first, with growing pressure. Max began to squirm, a soft "Ah," escaping her lips. Chloe deepened her fingers, Max arching against them until full contact was made. She jerked her hips, encouraging Chloe; she continued to stroke.

Max had pleasured herself once or twice before, but this was something else entirely. Chloe was adept, sure of herself, and so, so tender. Max could feel herself approaching climax, a burning coil in her lower abdomen which twitched and compressed, tighter and tighter. "Ah," she moaned, "Chloe." And then she was convulsing, writhing, struggling against the older girl's fingers as she reached satisfaction, her legs shaking all the way down to her feet. Max tossed her head back, groaning in sweet relief. Her thoughts were scattered like the stars that filled her eyes, tiny fireworks behind the darkness of her closed lids. When she opened them again, Chloe was smirking. She tugged at the hem of Max's jeans.

"We're not done just yet."

Max knew she would remember her first cigarette.

The smoke felt strange in her lungs - it wasn't awful, but a little dizzying. As she exhaled, a steady stream of pale white mist dissipated above her, joined by Chloe's own. The older girl lied beside her, a hand beneath her head. They both stared up at the ceiling, not a word between them; that was not to say the silence wasn't comfortable. A question lingered on Max's mind, and she soon asked it:

"Were you and Rachel…?"

"Girlfriend and girlfriend? Kind of, it's more complicated than that," Chloe replied, taking a drag from her cigarette; its ash lengthened, and she tapped it into an empty beer bottle on her bedside table. "We were kind of on and off fuck-buddies if you will, but best friends too. I guess that's why that thing with Frank really bothered me."

"Huh," was all Max could say. She assumed as much. Her hand found the left side of her neck, and the fresh hickey that resided there. "You really shouldn't have given me this," she began as Chloe looked over to see what exactly she was referring to.

"Need to let Victoria know she's got competition, is all. Are you planning to see her again?" Chloe asked, a hint of trepidation in her tone.

"I don't make plans," replied Max, clueless on how to answer her friend's question. If Victoria continued to make advances (Max was positive she would), she couldn't predict how she'd react. Though her and Chloe had just escalated their relationship, they hadn't confirmed anything official. Chloe wasn't fond of titles, Max found, and Max enjoyed leading the single life. She wanted the freedom to see who she wanted to see, even if that person was a bully like Victoria, but thought better to voice it around Chloe; she might be angered at a sleight to her pride.

Pulling herself up into a sitting position, Max drew the cigarette from her mouth, pinching it between forefinger and thumb. She took a short drag, fought back a cough and rotated to face Chloe, still comfortably reclined. She soon climbed to her elbows, taking her cigarette and placing the cherry against the flat of her exposed tongue.

"Chloe what the fuck are you doing!" Max yelled, breath hitching in her throat.

"I'm a badass Max, deal with it," Chloe grinned, baring her sharp incisors. "There's enough saliva on your tongue to extinguish the ember before it burns you, Maximillion." She laughed, repeating her gesture for a second time. "You should try it." Max lifted her own cigarette, eyes on its glowing tip. Hesitantly, she tapped it against her tongue, tasting the salt of the ash, but not much else. "You're hella badass," said Chloe, "Didn't think you'd do it." They lied like that for another hour, until they heard Joyce pulling into the driveway.

"Quick! Put your clothes on!" Chloe sprang to her feet, found her bra, pants and shirt, and quickly redressed herself as Max did the same. "God we smell like smoke," she muttered to no one in particular. Max pulled on her shirt, lifted her pants, and tossed her short brown hair. She quickly checked her appearance in a mirror, wiping traces of lipstick from the edges of her open mouth. Chloe replaced her beanie last, moving up behind Max as she laced her arms around her waist. "Might want to cover up your new hickey, Mickey."

"Shit!"

Max dashed to find the white eyeshadow, finding it on Chloe's desk. She could hear Joyce coming up the stairs, one slow step at a time. "I'll head her off," Chloe said, walking towards the door. She opened it and went out into the hallway, leaving Max to apply the shadow to her dark, purpling bruise. Hearing Chloe and Joyce conversing in the hallway, Max quickly dabbed the shadow with beige concealer before it had even dried. Not entirely pleased with the result, she went to join Chloe.

"Hi Joyce," she began, smiling.

"Oh hello Max," Joyce replied in her slight southern drawl. "I had no idea you were here. Will you be staying for dinner?" She asked, her tone politely inviting. Max shook her head 'no', shrugging her small shoulders.

"I have homework that I have to do. There's this project for photography class that I haven't even begun to start working on, so I have to get back. It's good to see you though, you keep a lovely house as a-always," Max rushed, stammering a bit. She inwardly prayed that Joyce didn't look at the hasty makeup job on the left side of her neck, turning her head in hopes of hiding it. If Joyce noticed, her warm expression belied it.

"Well it's nice to see you regardless," she said. "Next time you talk to your parents, tell them I said hello." Joyce left in the direction of her bedroom, leaving Chloe and Max alone.

"I'll see you out, m'loser," Chloe said, bowing slightly. They made their way down the stairs, out into the foyer and through the front door, finding Chloe's truck the way they left it. "Listen up Max, I don't care who you see, even though Victoria's the biggest fucking bitch I've ever known, besides myself. But now that I've stolen your V card-"

"I'd like to think that I handed it over in a civil transaction," Max interjected.

"-now that I've jacked your V card, I kind of feel better about the whole situation. I'm glad that she won't have the honor of sharing that special, once-in-a-lifetime experience with you. That experience belongs to me, your best friend slash soul mate. Though I was pretty pissed off when you first told me about things, I know that you're mature enough to make your own decisions, and I can't stop you, as much as I'd want to."

"It's good that you're not angry at me anymore. You kind of had a right to be."

"Hells yeah I did."

Both Max and Chloe shared a laugh. And their drive back to Blackwell was rich with good-natured conversation.

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