New Troubles and Old Friends

A couple blocks over in a little offbeat bar named Oh Henry’s Taphouse, styled in a 1950’s aesthetic malt shop that had belonged to a previous owner when it actually was a malt shop, the buxom red-head known as Chloe McRose sat in a booth sipping soda through a straw. The walls were adorned with newspaper articles about the bar’s history, which Chloe idly read as she waited for her friends. Apparently, despite seeming like an innocent little watering hole, it had a storied history as a speakeasy in the twenties and connections to local infamous gangsters. There’d even been a haunting or two.

Chloe’d heard about this place in an article about ten places in Azure Rocks to visit, but mostly she had just been looking for somewhere to be alone with her thoughts. Coffee shops were too busy, and she looked like a sad, lost, little girl if she sat alone on a bench in the park. But here, the lights were dim, and no one bothered her, and she could think about the bodies in the basement or the bodies in her mind. Either way, they weren’t staying buried if some of the local ghost hunters were to be believed.

Just a day ago it had seemed easier. She liked Kurt Johnson and she was looking for an opportunity to tell him just that. Then she went on a date with Hannah Woodsen, the sister of the woman who stole her best friend and boyfriend, and if anyone had asked, barring Ashley, Hannah would have been the last person Chloe would have expected herself to fall for. Least of all because she was a girl. And that was the other problem. She enjoyed Hannah’s company, the way she coaxed the red-head out of her comfort zone, the feel of her soft, warm body on hers, her full, heavy breasts pressed against hers, her big, toned ass smacking against Chloe’s hips as she drove her fake dick into Hannah’s wet, slurping hole…

Lightly coughing, Chloe shuffled around on the booth, feeling her pussy flush with desire and making sitting rather uncomfortable. But none the less, it was adequate proof of Chloe’s own feelings. Despite never being with a woman, or even thinking of herself with a woman, it was clear that her body wanted to be with Hannah. The older blonde was intoxicating. And yet, to be with her meant re-evaluating everything Chloe thought about her own identity. Was she bi-sexual? Or was Hannah the only girl she got wet for?

And then there was Gavin. It was true they’d fooled around a little in the past week, but it had surprised Chloe to hear that Hannah thought there was chemistry between them. She loved Gavin, he was one of her oldest and dearest friends, and he was so funny and sweet, and shared in her social awkwardness and shyness. Though they’d both come out of their shells in this past week. And it was true as well that he had a nice cock. She’d been intrigued ever since she spied him jerking it off into a pair of Victoria’s panties, and when they did have sex, it did feel good, and when she kissed him she had felt the spark for herself…

Chloe shook her head, her luscious red locks bouncing from side to side as she sighed and sipped again at her drink. This was impossible. She liked all three. Kurt, Hannah and Gavin. How was she supposed to decide who she liked best? Kurt was a good fuck and had really helped her grow in confidence. And that body had her practically salivating on the table. Though Hannah’s body wasn’t to be sniffed at. It was better licked and tasted and plumbed with silicone cocks. Hannah had helped her feel powerful and in control and allowed her experience pleasures she’d never even considered before. And Gavin, not to be ignored, the man she felt closest to, trusted most, and he was pretty good in the sack too. If this was just a question of personality, Gavin would be the natural winner. But her pussy had other demands.

Maybe she was rushing too far ahead though, she considered. She had to simplify and take things one step at a time. First of all, was she bisexual or was it just Hannah she’d fallen for? Licking her lips of the soda clinging there, she thought of her first threesome with Kurt and Heather. She and Heather had kissed and rubbed…but maybe she was just aroused because of Kurt’s cock. Though hadn’t she licked Heather’s pussy the next morning? And everyone had saw. So clearly, she was attracted to other women, not just Hannah. Or was it just a situational thing?

Chloe threw her head back on to the cushion of the booth, sighing. No matter how she tried to simplify it, it always got complicated in her head. Though, she supposed that perhaps she should just be grateful. A week ago, she had no one. Now she had three people who were all legitimate possibilities. Except for Gavin. She’d already lost one friend by trying to date them, and Gavin was already dealing with the Victoria drama. So that could effectively eliminate him. Chloe bolted up right excitedly, feeling that perhaps she was finally getting somewhere. Now, it was just between Kurt and Hannah. And Kurt had been avoiding her lately…

“Hey, don’t I know you?”

Chloe looked around at the hulking black man standing by the table. He looked tall, even though he was half-leaning looking down into her face. He had a strong wide face and a confident look in his eye, offset somewhat by the goofy grin on his face. As she looked into his eyes, Chloe admitted to herself that he did look familiar, that she might have seen someone just like him on the football field alongside Brandon on one of the rare occasions she actually attended a school rally. But as for a name, she completely drew a blank.

“Is that supposed to be some sort of pick up line?” Chloe chuckled.

“Nah, I’m serious, your face is so familiar,” the black guy replied, taking her response as an invitation to side into the seat opposite. “If it was, would it have worked though?”

“My love life is currently full right now,” Chloe quipped, unsure about this guy. She was currently alone in this bar, except for a cute young waitress behind the counter stacking glasses, and this guy had just come up to her suddenly. It was sort of flattering but also a little scary because, by the size of this guy, if he wanted her, he could just throw her over his shoulder and take her, and there would be nothing she, or the bartender, could do about it. And yet, she found herself unconsciously flirting with him, unsure if she actually wanted him to carry her off, or whether it was just Hannah’s bad influence. “Guess you should have made an appointment.”

“You know what, maybe you’re right, I think I’d remember meeting you before. My name is Trent Thornton,” He said, as Chloe stared intensely at his face. The name sounded vaguely familiar like perhaps she might have heard it around school somewhere, but she couldn’t be sure. When she didn’t offer her own name, he asked. “And what can I call you?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you. Haven’t you ever heard that a girl should maintain an air of mystery?” She smiled playfully. This was definitely Hannah’s influence, she decided, but she was also weary of leading the guy on. She already had enough girls and guys on her mind without further complicating it with random guys in bars, even if he was quite handsome and cool.

“An air? With how little you’re giving me it could be a fog,” he laughed with that same goofy, disarming smile. “Alright, alright, you don’t want to tell me your name. Maybe if we get to know each other a little better. Are you new in town? I could show you around.”

“I’m not new. I’ve lived here my whole life and I go to school in town-”

“Ah,” he suddenly became very excited, jumping up in his seat as he slapped the table, half shouting. “That’s where I know you. You’re on the soccer team, right?”

“Hah, right,” Chloe admitted, taken aback that he seemed to have figured it out just from that.

“You’re Chloe McRose. You’re like the star player of that team,” He insisted, his expression bright and eager. “I’m right, yeah?”

“That’s my name, but star player? That’s a bit much,” Chloe chuckled, bemused by how excited this guy seemed to be about her being who she was. She wondered if this was how celebrities felt when they met their fans. “There are plenty of girls on the team more talented than I am.”

“It’s true. Brandon and I sneak down and watch the girls’ soccer team practice all the time,” Trent stated confidently, eyes glimmering. “You’re a great midfielder. You attack when you need to, defend when needed. No one moves around the pitch like you.” He paused, smirking slightly. “And it’s not all about the skill with the ball either. You’re easily the hottest girl on the team. Brandon and I both agreed on that.”

“Really? Brandon said that?” Chloe asked, bemused and incredulous. Before this week she hadn’t imagined Brandon had thought much of her at all. He had a girlfriend, and then he’d left. Then again, she did remember Brandon’s eyes wandering over her body that day they walked down to the beach together, so maybe there was something to what Trent was saying after all. “I find that difficult to believe. There a lot of pretty girls on the team.”

“Yeah, but some of them are dykes, so they lose points for that,” he replied dismissively as his eyes dropped to her large breasts filling out her peplum top, generously supported by her blue, caged bra. “You absolutely have the best tits on the team. They look even better today than they usually do.”

“That’s because I’m usually wearing a sports bra,” Chloe admitted, frowning, while another patron entered the bar. “But I don’t like how you’re talking about my teammates. Most of those girls are my friends you know, regardless of their sexual leanings.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to say that I don’t really notice if they’re hot or not, because they’d be a waste of my time,” Trent replied, thinking that was an adequate apology, as he gestured towards the waitress. “Let me get you another drink. Maybe something stronger?”

“It’s the middle of the day!” Chloe balked, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at him. “Honestly, the only waste of time here is you.”

“Hey, I was complimenting you. Why you gotta be such a bitch?”

“I believe the lady said no.”

Chloe looked up at the girl who had joined her side, instantly recognising her dyed white, stylishly untidy pixie cut hair immediately. The red-head leapt out of her seat, wrapping her arms around the other girl’s neck, hugging her tight and close as she felt her friend’s hands cinch around her waist. Behind her, she heard Trent stomp off, muttering “fuckin’ dykes” under his breath.

“Meagan!” Chloe cried as she pulled away, holding her dear friend and teammate by the shoulders as she gazed at her square face and cool brown eyes, wondering if she was a mirage. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just passing by and happened to look in the window,” She explained, smirking and taking a step back, her hands sliding up to clasp Chloe’s, the two teens standing about a foot apart. “Imagine my surprise when I saw my sexy little werewolf sitting in a bar with a man. Not least of all because I thought you told me you were up at Silver Lakes this Spring Break.”

“Well, yeah...actually…” Chloe dropped back down into the booth, Meagan following suit opposite. “I have so much to tell you.”