She Handles It Well

Christie got there as Amber was still crying, hunched over inside of a tube slide. She turned off her car and rushed over to the slide, half jogging and half running.

"Ambs, what's wrong, are you okay?" She rounded the slide to see Amber shaking, her head pressed into her arms and her body curled into a ball in her baggy sweater. "Are you hurt? Talk to me, please."

The concern in Christie's voice woke Amber from her weeping. Keeping her head down, she mumbled through her arms. "I'm not hurt, I just... need to talk to you."

Christie gently reached a hand down to pull Amber's face up, but it was roughly shoved away. Christie frowned as she plopped next to Amber on the slide. "Talk to me, let it all out girl."

Amber drew a shuddering breath. She had to do this. She had to let Christie know, and she had to do it now. She needed to tell her everything. She drew her head up and looked Christie in the eyes.

"What the SHIT" Christie yelped, standing quickly. She had always had some weird word choices when it came to swearing, likely due to the taboo of it in their households. "Who the shit are you?"

Amber raised her hands by her head, trying to appear non-threatening. "Christie, it's me. It's Amber."

"Like fuck you're Amber!"

"No, it's really me, I can prove it. I remember you telling me about the first time you watched porn online. How you cried?"

Christie paused, still on edge. "Amber's not the only person I told about that."

"Ugh, you're so stubborn..." Amber paused, thinking. "I've got it! Something only I would know. Remember how we found your mom's wine and you got drunk? You kissed me. Full on the mouth. You said it was an accident and you made me promise not to tell anyone, ever."

Christie paled, staring down at the beautiful girl in front of her. Even with eyes puffy from crying she was stunning. Christie had always been the "pretty one" between the two of them. She had some pretty bangin' tits if she did say so herself, and her hips and ass emphasized her toned stomach. She curves where Amber had rolls, and her heart-shaped face contrasted with Amber's round one. But this girl... was this really Amber? The one who had been overweight and pimply? The Amber she had known, the Amber she had -- Christie shook her head, clearing her thoughts. This was definitely Amber. She sounded just like her after all, and nobody else knew about what had happened with the wine. She let out a long breath and sat back down next to Amber, arms wrapped around her knees.

"Alright, what the damn is going on?" She asked.