"I have an idea..."

"Maybe you should cheat on him back," I say casually.

She's silent, so I look over to see if she heard. She's looking at me, but now she's kinda smiling.

"...yeah," she says. "Maybe I should."

We arrive at her house in the ritzy part of town. Big place, four stories. I've never liked rich people. They always seemed really snobby to me. And yet, I've always longed to become one of them. Strange how that works. Jenna got out of my car. I was about to drive away, hopefully covering her in exhaust fumes, when she leaned back in.

"You can come in if you want to. Just take off your shoes. They're filthy."

See? Snobby bitch. I almost told her to blow it out her ass, until I realized there was something in the way she said 'maybe I should.' If I was wrong, this was gonna suck so bad! But if I was right...

I took off my shoes and went in.

She immediately brought me up to her room. It's a typical teenage girl's room, except there was more stuff and a bunch of expensive shit that only existed to be bought and displayed because it's expensive shit. I looked around and saw she had a shoe in a glass case that claimed Usher wore it onstage. Which I had to begrudgingly admit was kinda cool, if that's really what it was.

"How would you like to help me get back at Brad?" she asked, facing away from me.

"Maybe, if it's fun." I'd always loved playing practical jokes, even if I didn't personally know the victim. Besides, even though Jenna is a total cunt, cheating on your girlfriend isn't cool. "How?"

"I should probably warn you, it might make your little friend Shana mad."

Now I wasn't so sure. " What is it?"

She turned back to me and lifted her skirt. I looked at her white silk panties. There was a spot of wetness starting over her pussy.

"I want you to fuck me. But I call the shots."