Definitely Ice Cream

The girls chatted happy in the back seat as I drove to the lake. They talked like they haven't seen each other in years, when in reality it was only about a week. I really couldn't understand how a week's absence could generate so many different conversation topics. Well to be honest, it was mostly Tiffany filling Bella in on all the goings on at school, the drama from all the clicks, gossip about the teachers, things of that nature. I really didn't care about this all that much. I was never one to keep abreast of the lives of my fellow students and teachers. So I relinquished myself to focusing on the road as I thought about the love potion and how in the hell I accidently made it.

Before I knew it, we were pulling in to the deserted lake parking lot. Cherokee Lake had been a favorite hang out spot for teenagers for many years. I had listened to the stories my father had regaled me with about his exploits as a hormonal teenager. They always revolved around the big three; ****, Babes, and Cars. Now it was rare to see teenagers here due to the increased police patrols. Some fight had turned deadly, and the participants had **** in their systems, which instigated protests from concerned parents. Ironically, those concerned parents were the same teenagers in my dad's stories, but that's none of my business. To appease the parents, the mayor instructed the police to patrol the lake frequently, effectively forcing the current teens to find a new hangout spot.

Which was perfect for me. After the Oliver situation, I really didn't want anymore guests showing up. I pulled into the spot closest to the lake shore and threw the car in park. "Alright ladies. The fare comes out to...one kiss. Who is going to be making the payment." I grinned over my shoulder at Bella, knowing full well she would be all over the opportunity. She grinned back after clicking her tongue at me, then made a big show of leaning over to show of as much of her cleavage as possible while pulling herself to make the requested payment.

I was expecting a quick peck on the cheek, but I should have known she would go in for a deep tongue filled kiss. She reached up and grabbed the back of my head to ensure I couldn't fee from her hungry mouth. She pushed her tongue to get at mine, wrestling it with a low moan. We kept the kiss for a few moments before we both remembered Tiffany and what she had been through tonight. We quickly separated, coughing uncomfortably like we had just been caught with our hands in the proverbial cookie jar.

Bella quickly addressed her friend, "Sorry Tiff. That was really inconsiderate." I chimed in as well. "Yeah, sorry Tiffany. I really should have thought about that before asking for the fare." I was really embarrassed for not thinking of that earlier. And while Bella called her friend Tiff, I didn't think it was appropriate to do so. Especially with our history and how rocky it was. Even though we had just spent roughly an hour in the car together, I did almost no talking so I felt like we still were just acquaintances.

"It's alright. I know how it is when you are in a relationship. And thank you for thinking of me." Tiffany did her best to smile with her response, but it was plain to see she was hurting. To escape the awkwardness, I got out of the car are quickly as politeness allowed, ice cream in hand. Tiffany and Bella quickly followed. I began to make my way to the closest bench, but changed my mind to the hood of the car. I had seen in a few movies and thought the girls would appreciate it. I hoped up on the driver's side, with Tiffany on the passenger's side and Bella in between us. It was a tight fit, but no one seemed to mind. I especially liked the feeling of Bella's warm body pressed up against mine, and the pressure of her massive tits mashed into my arm.

We all dug into our ice creams while watching the reflection of the sunset in the waves of the lake. Tiffany was the first to speak, "It's a nice night out. It's not often I sit and enjoy the silence of a warm night. I'm usually at a party or watching tv or at a sports game."

"Well I was enjoying the silence too, until someone had to break it." Bella had a mischievous grin on while waiting for Tiffany's retort. I don't think she got what she was expecting as all Tiffany did was snort, with a quiet "bitch" almost under her breath. Both girls seemed to know it was just playful teasing between them so I felt safe chuckling along with Bella.

We ate in silence for a few more minutes.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" Tiffany didn't look at us as she spoke. Bella and I glanced at each other before responding, "Of course Tiff, whatever you want to know."

"Is Traci sexier than I am? Is she hotter than me?" She almost whispered this, but there was almost no other sounds around us so I heard it clear as day.

Bella quickly responded, "No, not at all. Oliver is an idiot for fucking her, you are gorgeous babe."

I took the time to actually look at her as a woman. I had seen her before, but my focus was always on Bella. Tiffany, or any of the other lackies for that matter, where always just background noise to Bella's rock concert aura. She stood a little taller than Bella but her blonde hair was about the same length. She had an athletic build with slim limbs and moderate breasts. Well they might have normally been considered big, but Bella had a way of making all other boobs look small. Her ass was bigger than Bella's, a testament to the hours she must have spent in the gym. All wrapped together with her icy blue eyes, I got a distinct Norwegian supermodel vibes from her. She wasn't as curvy as my current girlfriend, but she was any less sexy. Just sexy in a different way. 10/10, would fuck.

...God damnit. Get your shit together John.

Bella motioned for me to also answer Tiffany's question. "No. You are really hot Tiffany. Your athletic body has a really nice sex appeal." I really felt uncomfortable answering a question like that, but I knew she needed the reassurance. Hopefully my sad attempt at reassurance would be enough to convince her. Bella smiled at me gratefully before turning back to the blonde.

Tiffany seemed to consider this before nodding. Thank God, I really didn't know what else I could say. I was really bad at this social shit. "I know its really pathetic, but Oliver cheating really hurt my self esteem. I always knew I was pretty, but nothing hurts like your boyfriend sleeping with a different pretty girl."

"It's not pathetic Tiff. I think it's pretty normal to feel that way after being cheated on." Bella gave her friend a sad smile. "You can always try looking at the positive." Tiffany looked to Bella in confusion before the raven-haired woman continued, "You are almost through the 5 stages of grief. And in record time might I add."

We all looked between each other before cracking up. "And how do you figure I am almost through the 5 stages?"

"Well in the car you already showed denial when you said 'I can't believe he would do this.' Then anger is pretty self explanatory. Bargaining didn't really come up, but once he slapped you I think that was taken on the table. And just now you were depressed about being pathetic. But in all seriousness, I know you are only just beginning on your road to acceptance, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little."

"Thank you Bella, it did help a little. But I don't think anything is really going to really help me right now." Thinking for a second, Tiffany added with a chuckle, "Unless I fall hopelessly in love with another guy to fill the hole in my heart."

My mind flashed to the love potion. That would do exactly what she was describing, but I couldn't do that to her. I already felt guilty enough for Bella, I don't think I could handle the guilt of adding Tiffany to our messed up relationship.

But then again, the image of the two smoking hot cheerleaders kneeling in front of my cock flashed through my mind. I shook my head to clear those thoughts. Not the time John. It's getting really ridiculous that I can't stop thinking of Bella's friend like this.

Looking back at Bella and Tiffany, I caught a smile of Bella's face as she eyed my crotch. The attention made me realize that that image had gotten me granite hard. And Bella had seen it. After Tiffany's "joke". And Bella smiled...

I couldn't decide if I was turned on or embarrassed, but Bella thankfully turned back to her friend to keep chatting.

The longer we sat on the car hood, the more comfortable I felt with Tiffany. Much like Bella, she was much more than the airhead everyone thought her to be. While I didn't get the impression she held the same level of intelligence as Bella, she was quick witted in her teasing and jokes. I found myself really enjoying talking with the two babes, even forgetting the years of **** at their hands, if only briefly.

We had hung out for an hour, each of us had finished our chocolate brownie ice cream while the mint chip went untouched. We decided that it was late enough for us and we decided to head home. Tiffany asked that we drop her off at her house, a reasonable request that I had no issues complying with. I suggested Bella sit in the back with Tiffany again until we dropped her off.

Under the direction of Tiffany, we turned out of the parking lot in the direction of town. The girls still chatted in the back, but I participated when I could. Over all, it was really nice.

I had pulled up to a stop sign when Tiffany changed subjects. "So what really happened for you guys to get together? From what I can tell, John really isn't blackmailing you to be his girlfriend." She must have worked up the courage to ask the question everyone at school was wondering due to the diminishing distance to her house.

Curiously I looked at Bella's reflection to see how she would react. She went to respond, but stopped dead.

My first clue something was wrong was the look of horror on Bella's face as she looked over Tiffany's shoulder. The second clue was the bright light illuminating her face and the back of Tiffany's head that seemed to be getting brighter.

Then chaos.

The **** of the impact sent our car tumbling, shaking the occupants like dice in a cup. One moment I was looking at Bella's reflection. The next I was laying on the ceiling looking up at my seat. My body screamed in pain. My eyes refused to focus on anything and all I could hear was ringing. I felt really confused as to what happened, but realization slowly crept into my mind.

My first thought was the girls in the back seat. I looked to the back seat and saw a horrifying sight. Bella was still strapped into her seat, apparently being the only one in the car to take my earlier joke of buckling up serious. She was hanging upside down with cuts over her arms and a deep gash in her forehead. She was **** with blood flowing from her wounds.

Tiffany, like me, hadn't been buckled up. She was also laying on the ceiling, but she was on her side facing me. She also had cuts all over, but they didn't seem to as deep at Bella's. But she seemed to have more blood on her than Bella. That's when I realized that some of it was Bella's as she way laying underneath her. Tiffany was conscious, a scared look on her face as she groaned and slowly tried to roll over.

"Don't move. You can hurt yourself worse than you are already hurt." I tried to have a calm tone, but it took more effort than I thought to make the words audible. But it was enough for Tiffany to hear as she nodded her acknowledgement.

I tried to take stock of the situation, but I couldn't focus on anything. It felt like my brain was stuffed with cotton. I felt exhaustion creeping in and fought to keep it at bay, but the black edges in my vision crept toward the center of my vision. The last thing I was was the tears in Tiffany's eyes as she watched me lose consciousness. Then darkness.

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