A bone fide bestgirl

After what happened between Iris and Chelsie you hurried to Iris to check up on her. She was fine, her hand just felt a little numb from holding the vibrator like that. You helped her with all the rest of the boxes and heard later that Chelsie had been brought to the hospital because she had apparently talked nonsense even after waking up. You saw everyone out of the building and then went back to shut the lights all over the house and clean some bodily fluids across the floors. You didn't talk with Iris then, you just wanted to help her as sleepy as you felt. It was around 6 in the morning when Iris walked up to you and told you it was good enough and that the decorations could be taken care of next evening.

"So, you have a lift home? You live close-by, right?"

"I came with a car, don't worry... ehh... Iris, I..."

"I saw you drinking punch, idiot. Do you have any idea how many accidents happen because people go driving after drinking? Huh?"

"Oh, right... but Iris, I want to ask something. Why did you do that? Like, really, why?"

You followed Iris to the hallway where she took her coat and you headed outside. She gulped and looked at you and said in a voice you don't recognize from her: "She had shit on me. Just like Nat, she had shit on me. See, there was this one girl last year, Fiona. She's at school now, but you might've not seen her much. Anyways, I had this game I was supposed to oversee. They called it "The donkey game". It... it was my idea originally. It went to shit. I wasn't there to see it myself, but I know it went to shit." She stops and you look and see her jaw tremble: "Fiona was the girl with the penis in the room, and it was supposed to be silly. Everyone was blindfolded and the dickgirl had to catch someone and then they could fuck and whatever. They were all friends too, it was hardly even a game honestly. The party was a lot different back then. Only Chels' friends. Well, Fiona fell over and Chels had stiletto heels. They tried to hide it. No, Fiona was also fine with it, but I knew exactly what happened... I was looking. And I was touching myself while looking, alright? They were all naked there, so, yeah. Sucks to be me."

You look at Iris and see her legs shaking, you hug her and she squeezes you: "And Chels had apparently put cameras in the room and everything... and she had messages of me coming up with the game and everything... So, she had everything to fuck my life up if she wanted... but instead she told me that she would get rid of everything if I helped her this year on this big party... It wasn't about fucking money... she used me, March..." You hug the skeleton girl and feel her skinny body on yours warming each other in the cold autumn air. "S-so... will she now release those pictures? You are in trouble... Iris... I love you." You say and hold her. After a little while you let go of her and she instead pulls you close and presses her lips on yours and kisses you passionately. You can't really believe it, the delicate skeleton girl you've been fantasizing about the whole evening is kissing you. "Y-you'll make it, I know. It wasn't your fault... I-I am glad you told me, Iris. But... did you really masturbate?"

She pushes you back and takes her fan from her pocket: "Fuck you. Yes, shit... I just said I did. I don't do it anymore, so you know, miss tits galore. Don't even think about it..." She takes a cigarette and lights it and looks at you with her usual look - the same you grew to love tonight. "So, anyway. Are we together? Just us? You know... I mean, I could do with more kissing, if we are." You try and she blows smoke: "Sure you would. You're pitching a whole fucking circus there. Let's say, I would feel real fucking silly not being your girlfriend after all the shit we've been through. And... I guess you can ask for blowjobs... and handjobs... and whatever... I don't care..." She says and fans her face and you smile excitedly, indeed pitching the biggest tent for her. "Stop that! You want one now, huh? Shit, get into my car. I'll do you, for fucks sake! But don't look at me that way! You look like a goddamn dog. And... stop looking at my ass, idiot. It's not impressive. It's not! I'm not impressive, really... no, STOP THAT!"