Denise does it.

I couldn't resist her anymore. I dove forward, kissing Laura's pouty lips, my hand squeezing her tight ass as I pulled her close. Part of me always wanted to do it, I think. Laura was sweet...kind...innocent....well, scratch that last one, she didn't seem so innocent anymore. The point is, if there was anyone I ever really loved, it was her. It just...felt different then the other chicks I was with. When I was with Laura, I didn't have to be the angry goth bitch. She made me smile and that wasn't easy.

I was taken out of my musings by her fingers undoing my pants. My own fingers went around her night gown, lifting it over her head. She helped out by raising her arms, of course. Underneath were a pair of Sailor Moon panties. She was a bit of a...what's the word...an otaku. I didn't mind anime, so long as there was blood, lots of ass kicking, and boob jokes. I loved boob jokes. Anyway, I smiled at her.

"You hussy," I teased. "You're soaking wet." She startled me by sticking her hand down my pants, rubbing my pussy through my thong and making me gasp.

"So are you, Dennie," she cooed, licking her fingers. We finished stripping each other. My body paled compared to her new one...that scared me. Why would she want a boring bitch like me if she could have any cock or pussy in the city with her body?

Licking her lips, she looked me over, smiling. Laura traced her finger along my taunt stomach. "Mmm, it all looks so good...what should I try first?" All sorts of answers sprang to mind. My lips. My tits. My pussy. I don't care, just touch me! She was the hottest girl I had ever seen and I wanted her so badly!