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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Nine With Bryce oblivious to the latest tirade, he had his makeup touched up and met up with the squad. Out he'd come on cue, doing his cheer and then sat doing his job without issue all game. He thought it was odd that Brooke didn't cheer but when he noticed her up with Gracie in the crowd barely paying attention to the game thought little of it. He'd be stuck kissing his boyfriend at half court for the cameras when the game ended and then spend a long night at rehearsal that started late due to the game. With only days to go before the show's debut he was focused on acting and singing as the smallest mistakes would now be magnified and require further rehearsal well into the night. That next Wednesday the pretty blonde showed up in a mint green polo looking ever so dainty with it having a white scalloped Peter Pan collar. Covering her legs would be a slightly darker green poodle skirt, but instead of simple white flats, white pumps would add some flair. Her hair up in a high pony again behind her bangs would look quite ordinary, yet it swinging with some curl to it behind a mint green silk hair ribbon having her looking adorable. With her face naturally made up and a gleam to her lips she looked as cute as a button as over came her boyfriend confirming her as irresistible. Into school they went holding hands and giggling, as it was like their rehearsal deep into the night before had never ended. It would be their day to be again pulled out of certain classes to work on their duets which only fueled their faux love affair as both on and off camera it grew steamy. After a day of just themselves and the staff in isolation they'd finally be released as it grew dark and then Ralph pulled Bryce by the hand out of school. "So, I've got a surprise for us today?" said Bryce pushing open the school door. "Come take a walk with me." "But aren't you exhausted and they told us after all this today we should get home early?" said Bryce being pulled towards the curb. "And in style to match your outfit just like the scene after we take some photos in it," said Ralph pulling him outside. "Pretty cool right?" "What's that like an old Thunderbird?" said Bryce perking up seeing the fancy classic convertible. "It's so cool." "And not just a prop so ours for a little cruising so let's get the canned shots over with?" said Ralph dragging his girl towards it. "Seriously?" smiled Bryce loving the idea. "Smile for the camera and you know it babe," said Bryce opening the driver door for him. "Slide in." "I'd love to," said Bryce initiating a kiss grabbing him around the neck as they leaned against the car and then as it broke, sliding in. He'd soon be joined by his boyfriend pushing him further towards the passenger seat yet not letting him scoot over too far, as around him went his arm. They were now just two teenagers excited to be in a fancy car needing no direction to make out or snuggle up close. Leather seats and chrome trim would do the trick as just its sheer beauty would serve as an aphrodisiac. When finally the crew was happy with the shots, they'd slide on their sunglasses and Ralph would beep the horn while they cruised through the parking lot showing off for all to see. Out would run the Pink Ladies including Brooke who were interrupted from rehearsal mid-song as their jealousy would be apparent with Ralph acting like it was his own car. With every Greaser in awe and the girls wishing they were in Sandy's seat beneath his arm, he pushed his sunglass up higher on his nose and peeled out. A screech of the tires would illicit squeals from the girls yet Ralph already had the one that he wanted, hopping the curb and spinning down the street. Through their town he cruised kissing her at every light and at every stop sign until he headed for the coast line as the light began to become dim. With the wind whipping Bryce's pony against Ralph's shoulder and the evening air never moving Ralph's slicked back hair they sat close loving the experience. On a winding road that had them staying snuggled he kept one arm around his girl and the other on the wheel as Ralph easily controlled the big vehicle. It was an experience they both had never had and in a car like that, might never again. As he pulled up at the edge of a hill the view would be breath taking but the ambiance overwhelming. "Wow what a view," sighed Bryce pulling off his sunglasses snuggling in. "Takes your breath away." "Yeah," smiled Ralph turning his face. "I plan to." What started out soft would quickly grow intense as their day of duets and private time would turn to be one of passion. His Peter Pan collar would never seem so tight on his throat, yet one shift of his weight would remind him of what was dying to enter it. It was so steamy, even in the evening breeze he almost wished he could rip off his top, yet what was throbbing inside his boyfriends pants would have him relived he could push down his big poodle skirt. All he could think about was that the mood had been set and there was no scotch to mask his fear as under his skirt went Ralph's hands. Ralph's touch on his knees he could deal with, but a squeeze mid-thigh would have him panicky. "Slow down please," huffed Bryce pushing back. "As amazing as this is I'm not sure I'm ready?" "Ok," said Ralph a bit miffed. "I'm not rushing you, but I just thought that maybe you were?" "I know," said Bryce pecking a soft kiss. "And in this car and at this place? How could you not?" "It's just so beautiful here," said Ralph touching his face. "And romantic," said Bryce returning the touch. "You're not wrong. I feel it too." "Then you want to?" said Ralph pushing Bryce's hand down off his face. "You know feel it like you did last time?" "Didn't I just tell you I wasn't sure, and you weren't rushing me?" said Bryce pulling back his wrist. "Sorry," said Ralph obviously disappointed. "But there's a deli down the hill. Want me to run down there and get us a six pack." "Don't want to be drunk again the next time," said Bryce sliding away from him a bit. "I just want it to be something I did because it meant something. Something more than me being an actress with you? So am I?" "My co-star and my girlfriend?" answered Ralph without hesitation. "Of course you are, and that means everything." "But will it after the weekend when the show's over?" questioned Bryce looking him dead in the face. "Bryce, are you really asking me that?" said Ralph slowly shaking his head. "Because you know what you mean to me and..." "And don't," interrupted Bryce sliding back over underneath his outstretched arm on the seat initiating a soft kiss. "I'd rather you didn't answer that because I think I do and right now I'd rather live in Sandy's innocent little world until we are done regardless of the answer, because in that world I feel beautiful and special and all woman." "Like you are in this world too," sighed Ralph playing with his girl's pony with his arm around him. "Or in any world you're in." "Thank you but for now I'll settle for life in the cute little blonde's world with her boyfriend's arm around me," sighed Bryce, snuggling against him. "Which really feels nice." "It really does," said Ralph looking out at the view before leaning over softly kissing Bryce's neck. "And that tickles," giggled Bryce turning and pausing before delivering a very soft wet kiss. "It's like we're back in time for real even though were just actors and I love, when we kiss like that." "Me too but real or not I've got my fake ID and uncomfortably tight pants on in my current state, so you mind if I do go get that beer," said Ralph shifting himself. "Because I'm doing my best to be patient so I really could use a Bud." "Sure, go ahead," laughed Bryce pecking a last kiss. "That'll give me minute to shift some things too that are just as uncomfortable and could cause us an issue later, if I decide to have a beer or two myself." "Ok then," gulped Ralph getting out and closing the door not wanting to look. "And maybe I'll need more than six pack myself but be right back." "Ok," laughed Bryce knowing he made him uneasy folding down the mirror checking his face before pulling out the loose ribbon and tugging at his messy his pony, as off walked Ralph. "So right back to his babe?" said Brooke startling him as he pulled out his scrunchie. "Or more like back in time in the same spot he takes every girl to fuck her brains out." "Brooke you just scared the shit out of me," complained Bryce as his hair tumbled free. "Didn't mean to, but it does make things easier with every ounce of shit out of you," laughed Brooke leaning into the car. "And aren't you a lucky girl that he finally got a cool car and a backseat big enough to do it in without killing yourself." "Not funny!" said Bryce rolling his eyes putting the scrunchie between his teeth pulling his hair back up in the mirror. "Now what are you doing here?" "Fixing that pony you made a mess of, and saving your ass," said Brooke opening the door. "Move over." "But we weren't going to?" started Bryce as she sat in the driver's seat right next to him. "Be able to even try without the scotch," said Brooke gathering his hair back into a pony and winding it up again in her left hand. "Yeah, bad planning on his part but I'm pretty sure he's thinking if he gets a few beers in you that'll do the trick. Give me the scrunchie." "They're for himself," complained Bryce handing it over. "Like every stupid ass boy, he does like to knock back a few and catch a good buzz," said Brooke winding it in and tugging it tight. "But if he noticed the stiffie under your poodle skirt a six pack will not be enough for him. Give me the ribbon." "There's nothing to notice," said Bryce quickly dropping down his hands smoothing his skirt checking but then noticing hers. "Wait what are you wearing?" "My outfit and stop fidgeting so I can tie the bow," snapped back Brooke looping the ribbon around his pony's base. "Should I be out in slut wear like you've been lately?" "Been in poodle skirts all week!" complained Bryce as she finished tying his ribbon. "Yet they still have you in white fuck me pumps when that outfit is supposed to be paired with white flats," said Brooke showing off her shoes. "But those are so much cuter than mine." "Have always been in heels as they worked on my walk," said Bryce looking down at her feet getting irritated. "You know this?" "Until we started in the Ridel outfits where you were in saddle shoes and then white cheer sneakers until today and let me get that for you," said Brooke running her finger around the edge of his lips and then opening his pocketbook pilling out his tube. "You have lipstick half way to your cheek and seems in those you walk and wiggle just fine don't you?" "Still didn't pick them," said Bryce irritated as she touched up his lips for him. "Now why are you dressed like that?" "I'm your understudy and just read your part," said Brooke digging through her bag. "Now I get that you feel like make a cuter Sandy than me but here are my keys and take my car. It's parked just down the hill to the left." "And my boyfriend is just down the hill to the right," panicked Bryce looking out into the darkness towards that direction. "Now what do you think you're doing here Brooke?" "Saving you from a mistake that can't be undone and borrowing your lip gloss," said Brooke with some attitude using it on herself now. "I love the way this one tastes." "Then you're a little late you crazy stalker," said Bryce taking it back from her and tossing it in his bag. "Now please just go before he sees us together and freaks because am I telling him that you just popped in to fix my pony?" "Won't even notice you even had one since he'll have two maybe three beers in him before he even gets back up that hill," said Brooke climbing into the back seat. "So, with me in the backseat when he gets here there'll be nothing to explain. Now go already." "I'm not going anywhere," said Bryce spinning around yelling at her. "Why would you think you could just steal him from me?" "I'm not here to steal him or do anything but save you from making a huge mistake," said Brooke pulling out blonde wig from her big bag shaking it out. "Him and I were done long ago and you know that. Now if you're not getting out yet help make sure the wig is on straight." "What, are going to fuck him for me?" said Bryce watching her pull on a blonde wig and tuck her hair inside in in the mirror. "Since I don't have what's under your skirt that would be a tough one and good as I am, I'm not that good of an actress," laughed Brooke before making her voice squeaky. "But I'm pretty cute as a dingy little blonde aren't I?" "Yeah," laughed Bryce covering his face ashamed. "But I don't sound like that do I?" "Like tinker belle?" laughed Brooke brushing it out. "Ya' kind of do but it is the idea blondie." "But this is a terrible one and whatever situation I've gotten myself into is mine to work out," said Bryce as she greased her lips. "Now please go before he sees you and figures it out." "But have you figured things out?" said Brooke leaning over the seat finger brushing the bangs in the car's mirror. "Didn't think so! Go home now or I'm calling your mother!" "About what?" yelled Bryce. "Really?" said Brooke rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "About this obviously." "You wouldn't," said Bryce surprised by her threat. "And tell her exactly what you're doing so she can send your father here," said Brooke touching up her lashes. "You damn well know I would." "But Brooke," complained Bryce not amused by the threat. "Knows more than you think I do, or I even should, and will make sure this car and your boyfriend get back in one piece since he'll be in no shape to drive," said Brooke sitting back tossing some items back in her pocketbook before reaching towards the front softly touching his face. "Now if you really meant what you said to me yesterday during my cheer lessons you'll go and go now!" "You know I did," said Bryce looking into her eyes before reaching up, holding her hand against his cheek. "And I was looking for you after that and then today to talk about that?" "But we were both busy and I watched how well you did. Now I shouldn't need them but give me your big sunglasses," said Brooke giving a squeeze and sitting back down again. "We can talk about that tomorrow and just leave my keys under the mat." "No," said Bryce about to hand them over before pulling them back objecting. "I can't make you do something like this." "No one is making me and if he's as buzzed as I expect since he's still petrified about what's under your skirt I won't have to do as much as you're worried I might," winked Brooke, yanking them from him positioning herself in the back seat and sliding on some big dark sunglasses. "Now you going, or you rather explain to your dad why you're in a backseat after switching places with me?" "I hate this idea," said Bryce getting out and closing the door. "But I'm sure not as much as explaining how daddy's little actress became a slut when he pulls you out of this car by your ponytail," joked Brooke. "That I'd hide in the woods to see and not sure I could contain myself watching him beating the living shit out of my ex." "Keys under the mat," nodded Bryce walking away. "Got it." He'd head down the other side of the hill, getting in her car and heading home. He'd feel sick to his stomach about what she was likely doing in his place yet that would get worse as his father greeted him at the front door. The inquisition of why he was home late wouldn't be worse but his father's endless teasing his princess, a temporary distraction. When finally, he was dismissed and allowed to retire for the night he could barely sleep, worried that she pulled it off. He'd wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat looking out the window and notice her car was gone. He'd run around looking for his phone dying to text her for an update and then realize in his haste leaving he'd left his phone in the car. He'd be up early and into the shower almost scared to leave for school but knew he had little choice. Into his white panties and bra he'd go not feeling too pure as he blew out his hair guilty about what happened the night before. The pull back of his hair into a taut half pony, would not feel as tight as the knots in his stomach and adding a flip to the ends of the length hanging on his shoulders would have him almost burning his back, as he released the hot barrel from the ends of his hair. He knew he needed to calm down, with his hands constantly shaking as he had to continually redo his crooked eyeliner and stop biting his lips that were starting to chap. He'd almost bang his head on the vanity before having to sit on the bowl just to buckle the straps of his t-strap white heels. He was a mental mess, yet still looking angelic as he stepped into the white tea length dress and slid his arms inside the thin spaghetti straps. He reached back pulling up the short zipper of the square cut on top sealing himself inside and then took a moment straightening the gorgeous three quarter length tulle skirt. He needed to show up as school as delicate as the flower embellishment offset at his waistline yet still felt as twisted as the single white flower that he twisted in himself, to hold back the top of his hair. After a douse of hair spray and a spritz of perfume, over his shoulders went the delicate white lace chest length sleeveless cape. It was as see- through as his emotional state, unable to mask his nerves as he buttoned it around his neck afraid to head to school and explain to Ralph why he allowed the deception. When his mother dropped off her little darling, he could barely look up the sidewalk hoping Ralph would not be the first person he saw until a tap on his shoulder would give him a heart attack. "Oh, thank gawwdd it's you Brooke," sighed Bryce looking flush. "I've been dying to know what happened but..." "But what kind of girl leaves not just her phone but her entire pocketbook in the car," said Brooke handing it over. "One that you made run off and that's been freaking out," huffed Bryce tossing the strap over his shoulder. "So, what happened?" "What happened? You stole my role, then my ex and even my cheer spot blondie," rattled off Brooke with a big smile on her face before patting his shoulder. "Except the last one I know you didn't know about, so that I'm not pissed at you about." "You know that's not what I mean! But seriously?" gulped Bryce caught off guard. "So, you were supposed to be out there with us?" "Like anyone missed me the way you look and after how well I taught you?" said Brooke rolling her eyes. "So that's two days in a row I helped the princess, so you're welcome." "I don't even know what to say?" said Bryce holding his chest looking sad. "But I feel terrible." "Would have felt worse if you'd have seen me scream that I couldn't even grab enough hair to wrap in the bow," said Brooke shaking her head. "But once I got over that and got to fuck with your boyfriend the next day that did make me feel a lot better." "Not sure I should say I'm glad you do," gulped Bryce growing even more anxious. "But please tell me what happened already?" "Exactly what I told would happen which is why you can show up looking flawless in white when I could never," joked Brooke rocking back and forth with a grin on her face. "But don't I look cute in a blonde wig again with this crazy dress they have me in." "You look gorgeous as Frenchy in the beehive or any hair color and stop teasing me before I have a heart attack," said Bryce half insulted half relived. "So, he didn't notice?" "The hair being down and not in a pony?" laughed Brooke patting her hairdo playing it off. "Yeah, even buzzed as he was. he made a comment." "Why do you have to make things so hard?" sighed Bryce feeling his hands tingling. "Now please! That's all he noticed?" "Since I let him do the kissing which was brief, poured out the beer I pretended to down and he was staring mostly staring at the back of my head before he passed out since of course he was rock hard," rattled off Brooke before flexing her brows. "Yup." "So with just a beer in me, he thinks I blew him," huffed Bryce holding his chest. "Well, that's not the only time you stare at the back of a head," said Brooke softly tapping his ass. "So, he thinks you did more than that?" "Oh my gawwddd!" said Bryce holding the sides of his face in horror. "You let him fuck you in the ass too!" "It really is nice to have a big back seat where you can shift you weight and do things like that, which will keep your dick out of harm's way or as a mood breaker if you have one," joked Brooke stepping in front of him pushing her ass against his skirt half bending over before turning back around trying to keep a straight face. "But I wouldn't know about that obviously and he didn't know I didn't have one. Plus, he passed out while I sat on his lap, so didn't need to even deal with it." "So, you never had to have sex with him?" said Bryce stunned. "Or even had to blow him," grinned Brooke proud of herself. "Kissed him. Got his pants off and after a few nibbles on his dick with the waistband pulled back I knew that sound he makes so snapped them back up letting him he explode into his briefs." "EEeeeeewwww," groaned Bryce disgusted. "But had to be a sticky mess and from experience something I know you notice in the morning." "Well, someone might notice those briefs on the side of the cliff?" laughed Brooke. "Because you know I throw like a girl but doubtful as it's a pretty big drop if you noticed." "I really didn't," said Bryce uncomfortable. "But he certainly must have once he woke up." "In his driveway but I'm not exactly sure when?" laughed Brooke. "What if his mother found him like that?" freaked Bryce. "What if he's still passed out and didn't wake up for school?" "All good concerns and not mine when I'm scrambling to get out of there in the darkness unseen," said Brooke. "Yet mostly shit you don't have to worry about since here comes your boyfriend looking quite dapper in his dance outfit I must say." "Moring ladies," said Ralph walking over. "Morning stud," grinned Brooke. "Look at you in that suit with the purple shirt." "Yeah little dressier than your average Greaser," said Ralph holding open the black blazer. "But I guess we all will be today, and you girls look great." "Just great?" joked Brooke patting her wig. "But ok next to your honey I'll take that and after how mad she was I was making jokes about her being in all white last time, I'll be on my best behavior today." "Doubtful?" smiled Bryce rolling his eyes knowing better. "Ok maybe not and don't mind me," laughed Brooke pulling the purple handkerchief out of Ralph's jacket pocket. "It needs to be more on display like you were yesterday so how awesome must that have been cruising with the old fashion car." "Yeah was pretty cool," slumped Ralph not himself today as she refolded it. "Had to be better than that showing off, show star," teased Brooke putting it back in neatly. "Bet you two had quite the hot date in that fancy car." "Uuumm.. yeah," said Ralph looking down at it sitting prominently poking out of his jacket pocket. "Didn't I say it was cool?" "And surprisingly seem more than cool today?" said Bryce curious. "You ok this morning babe?" "Fine," said Ralph before turning and looking at Brooke. "Mind giving us a minute Brooke." "Sure," nodded Brooke, giving Bryce a wink as she walked off. "Gotta go catch up with the girls anyway." "I'm sorry babe," Sighted Ralph taking Bryce's hand. "I'm just a little uncomfortable this morning and especially around her." "And oddly cold? Expect for your hand which is pretty sweaty?" said Bryce barely holding it. "So everything ok because I didn't even get a morning kiss and is there an issue with her I should know about." "Sorry everything's great," said Ralph pulling back his hand wiping his hands on his pants kissing him. "And no." "Ok," said Bryce as they soft kiss broke. "Because if it's not about her, then I just expected you to be a little more excited after last night." "I am and after what you did?" answered Bryce wiping his sweaty palms again. "Well I just maybe didn't expect everything that happened to happen and maybe wasn't ready?" "For it to happen again after you were all over me to have sex again?" said Bryce surprised by his comment. "Yeah, not that part," shivered Ralph. "The other part?" "What other part?" said Bryce confused. "Because it's certainly not the part that always is and would be impossible to miss in those tight pants." "I'm talking about your needs, I was struggling that I might have to deal with and now after last night has me...." trembled Ralph looking down at the ground. "Well.... Kind of feeling vulnerable and not exactly myself?" "After one night in the backseat with me?" said Bryce shooting him a look. "Now that's a switch." "But it shouldn't be and now wondering if you're even expecting more from me, so why do you think my hands are sweaty," said Ralph as his hands were trembling now. "This is suddenly moving too fast for me Bryce and I can't talk about this anymore! I gotta go!" "Jezzzz...I'm know she's amazing in the bedroom but...?" mumbled Bryce to himself bewildered as Ralph started walking away before hurrying a few steps grabbing his arm. "Wait? Are you limping?" "That's not funny Bryce," said Ralph turning back not amused. "Wasn't joking," said Bryce twisting his neck giving him a funny look. "You forget we have the final dance off rehearsal tonight?" "Did you!" groaned Ralph pulling away his arm limping off. "In a white dress I can't even get a spec of dirt on or they'll kill me?" sighed Bryce shaking his head. "Guess I'm carrying my own books today and how could I?" He'd shoot a look over towards the girls who were across the courtyard gabbing and then Brooke headed back over. "So, no a clue it wasn't you right?" questioned Brooke grinning. "Yeah," said Bryce still miffed. "None at all." "See told you that you had nothing to worry about?" Patted Brooke. "Never doubt me when it comes to shit like that blondie?" "Never did when it came to anything regarding sex, but I'm not sure what the hell has gotten into him?" said Bryce scratching his head. "After sex with you I thought he'd be in a better mood. I always was." "Ah that's so sweet Sandy girl," said Brooke reaching over giving him a soft brief hug before looking him in the face. "But that's the thing.. remember when you asked if he thinks you did more than blow him?" "And you said you did?" said Bryce giving her a look of surprise. "No, I said did more than that," said Brooke opening her purse and pulling out a dildo. "Found this in your bag when I was looking for your lip gloss, so if you want to know what's gotten into him, now you know." "Oh gawwdd?" gulped Bryce turning beat red. "You didn't?" "Use it like it's designed to be used?" joked Brooke pretending to stroke it. "Not exactly but neither could you so want to tell me why you have one of these when you were petrified of me whipping out mine?" "Because Ronnie gave it to me," said Bryce looking around. "Now put that away." "Well, he is gay and way too old for you so not just yet," said Brooke tapping it off his cheek. "But I thought you weren't or I wouldn't have done what I did for you last night." "He gave it to me after I asked him to dress me slutty and a lecture about what to do with it! Now, stop doing that," said Bryce pushing away her hand annoyed. "He pushed me to advance things with my boyfriend and thought it would help me work my way up to things if I followed his instructions practicing with it at home." "And did it?" said Brooke putting it right in his face near his lips. "Let me see how far you can take it down!" "Stop it and don't do that," said Bryce trying to rip it out of her hands as she pulled it away. "It was still in the plastic wrapper when you found it wasn't it?" "But not in the box," said Brooke being pushy as she was slapping in from one hand into her other. "So you use it or even practice giving head with it?" "Which I tossed because it didn't fix in my pocketbook and I can't believe you're asking me that," said Bryce grossed out. "Now I'm begging you to put it away before someone sees that, since you know I didn't so why would you even take it out of the wrapper?" "To use in a different type of lubed wrapper after I coated it in his own jizz from his undies before I shoved it up his ass, belted him in so he was sitting upright so it couldn't slip out and then made sure to hit every fucking pot hole when I drove the douche bag home," said Brooke grabbing Bryce's wrist slapping it back in his hand. "But you can have it back now." "No thank you," said Bryce not closing his hand pulling it away. "No, thank you girlfriend," laughed Brooke opening Bryce's pocketbook and tossing it in. "I could watch the son of a bitch limp all day and relax I cleaned it for you." "No wonder why he wasn't himself today," said Bryce holding his forehead. "He wasn't?" giggled Brooke unable to control herself. "Because I'd have thought he woke up with a smile on his face seeing your lipstick around his dipstick knowing his pipes were cleaned and I made sure to leave my panties on the floor as further evidence. He's always in a great mood after he gets laid." "Yeah, not this time," huffed Bryce, stunned. "I can't believe you Brooke?" "So, now your mad at me because your boyfriend woke up with a sore bottom when you were afraid to let him hammer yours?" grinned Brooke rolling her eyes at him. "Make your mind up blondie." "I'm not sure if I'm mad or what I am!" said Bryce beat red in the face. "I'm just stunned that even happened." "So was he I imagine if he woke up early enough to feel some dripping from his hole and if not still had to be pretty unsure of his emotions himself having to wipe what was dried up all over his ass," Explained Brooke smirking. "Do I wish I had that on video and good thing that car has leather seats." "That's so gross I don't even know what to say," said Bryce feeling sick. "The poor guy is freaking out thinking I fucked him." "And pretty hard to make him limp like that," laughed Brooke. "So I'm doubting he's going to ask if he can borrow that car again tonight?" "That's so mean," said Bryce shaking his head. "How am I even supposed to look at him now?" "Same way you just did when he cowered over to you like a pussy," said Brooke patting his arm before walking off. "Like a girlfriend with the upper hand! So again, you're welcome." "Who's in all white like an angel," Objected Bryce stopping her dead in her tracks. "And that is not something he'd have expected me to do." "So out of character for an actress like you?" questioned Brooke shaking her head. "Yes," sighed Bryce not happy about this. "I'm the good girl remember." "Yet was easily coerced more than once into slut wear, been temped carrying a sex toy in her bag and now that she's dipped her pitchfork where no girl has gone before after he's the one that reached for the forbidden fruit, feels like she should be in red," said Brooke looking at him side eyed. "Stop feeling guilty and get the jerk to carry your books like he should be." Over to the girls sauntered Brooke as inside school went Bryce still quite uneasy trying to be confident yet in many ways ashamed. To his locker he went exchanging some books and then noticed the girls wandering in gossiping doing the same thing. To Ralph's locker he walked handing him his books as he stood talking with some buddies and then softly kissing him taking his hand. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," said Bryce pulling him away. "You going to be ok?" "Don't have much choice?" gulped Ralph looking ready to break down. "So I guess?" "And you got me so drunk I'm not sure I did either that first time," said Bryce rubbing his arm and then leaning in planting a soft unreturned kiss. "Which was not like this," snarled Ralph annoyed stepping back. "But can we maybe just not talk about that and put it behind us for now." "Sure," said Bryce becoming annoyed himself. "I remember not wanting to talk about it either when it was put behind me that first time too." "Because that was different!" complained Ralph fighting back verbally. "You're the girl." "Who since we started dating has been doing things, she probably didn't want to either but was, because she thought she should as your girlfriend," said Bryce with his hands on his hips before pointing his index finger at him with some attitude. "But you know what, since you're not too appreciative of her? She'll just see you at rehearsal and carry her own books." "Oh, come on babe?" Grumbled Ralph as Bryce ripped the books from his arms. "Please don't make me chase after you. It hurts too much!" "What a shame? But not as hurtful as you thinking your feelings are the only ones that matter," wiggled off Bryce pissed at him. "Now be a real man and tough it out." The girls just looked at each other with their jaws dropped as they eavesdropped before covering their mouths and sharing a collective giggle. With Ralph mortified about being snapped at in public, he quickly hurried off before Gracie turned giving Brooke an inquisitive look. "You sure what you started here is a good idea?" said Gracie giving her a look. "Isn't it the studio that really started it all?" laughed Brooke flicking her wrist. "Yeah, but it was me that snuck out of my house that picked you up at 2 in the morning and drove you back to your car," said Marcy shaking her head. "Now be serious because she's right? We need them both to perform now and you might have fucked up both their heads now." "Because he thinks he fucked her and she thinks she fucked him?" giggled Brooke. "Shouldn't that be a good thing?" "When they both have penises and you said it yourself are not gay?" said Gracie holding her head. "How could it be?" "And since I don't get to be Sandy, that makes it so fun, but they'll be fine," giggled Brooke shrugging it off. "Bryce has already adjusted to losing his anal virginity and is so selfless, he's been more guilty about how to be a better girl. Dickhead though of course would never admit he's been soiled anyway, but I do wonder if he'd allow it again." "Eeewwww!" asked Gracie a little disgusted. "You really think he would." "Much as I'd love Bryce to actually hammer his ass, he's so fucking nice I'm not sure he actually would," said Brooke squishing her cheeks thinking. "But maybe when the show is over, I'll tell him." "But by him you mean her?" questioned Marcy scratching her head. "Or do you?" "Oh I'm never telling that douche bag," said Brooke before enjoying a giggle. "If his sweetheart does, that'll be one thing but if that part were up to me I'd let him think he got fucked in the ass by blondie forever."