The Return of the Queen

Jace Holland woke up with the feeling of a warm body snuggled up to his chest. His arms were around said warm body, and as he laid there with his eyes still closed, he enjoyed the feeling of a beautiful girl pressed up against him. Though… as he woke up more, he began to notice that this girl definitely didn’t feel like Amy. She wasn’t as lush and soft and ample as Amy, for one thing. That’s not to say this girl wasn’t curvy, but she felt firm and toned and a bit more slender. Jace opened his eyes to see a mane of dark brown hair spread across his chest, and a gorgeous pale body to match, said body covered in some familiar tattoos.

“Gabby?” Jace asked in surprise, stunned to see her here. Gabby jerked awake, blinking up at him with her gorgeous sapphire eyes. Seeing Gabby’s beautiful blue eyes clouded with sleepiness was new though, and Jace couldn’t deny how much he liked it.

“Hey…” Gabby mumbled sleepily. “As you may have noticed, uh, I’m not Amy.”

“Your hair’s a little bit darker, yeah.” Jace said wryly. Gabby slipped off Jace, sitting up. He sat up too, facing the gorgeous brunette. She shrugged, which made her tits bounce quite invitingly. She was in a skimpy tank top that looked a little too small for her and her tits.

“The guest bed was not comfy at all, so I came up here and saw your bed was empty, and crawled in. It was really late though, where were you?” Gabby questioned. Jace took in Gabby’s appearance, trying not to let his friend know just how insanely sexy she looked like this. Her dark hair was all mussed, a far cry from the usual way she had it carefully done. The tank top she wore showed every detail of her breasts, poking at it as they were, stretching the fabric over her firm nipples. Her tits seemed to defy gravity, sticking out instead of hanging down at all. The tank top had also been tugged down a bit somehow, Jace guessed, as an incredible amount of Gabby’s pale cleavage was on display, so much so that he could see plenty of the skin between her breasts at the base of the wide valley of her twin peaks. The lack of her usual make-up was noticeable too, and her lips were less of a bold red.

“Uhh… I was just soaking in the hot tub.” Jace answered in a half-truth. He had been in the hot tub, but he’d been doing a bit more than soaking.

“For that long?” Gabby squinted at him, but Jace just shrugged.

“Yeah, I like the jets. You, uh, sleep good?” Jace asked, grasping for something to say. He and Gabrielle had once been about as close as him and Amy still were today, but she’d drifted away for some reason. Now, there was this awkwardness between them, but beneath it, Jace hoped was the bond that had been there all those years ago.

“Yeah.” Gabby laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re comfy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jace said. “And hopefully not as you calling me fat.”

Gabby laughed again, more genuine this time. “Not yet I’m not. We’ll see how you do after football season ends.”

“Uh huh.” Jace grumbled, swinging his legs off the bed.

“Hey, I’m just joking.” Gabby said, reaching for him. Jace reached out and grabbed her hand, but pulled her up off the bed rather than let himself be pulled back in.

“Oh, I know. However, we do need to get ready for school.” Jace said.

“Fuck, that’s right.” Gabby groaned. “I gotta go home and get ready. Wasn’t expecting a sleepover.”

“Well, it was great having you.” Jace grinned, unable to stop himself from glancing down at Gabby’s curvy pale ass as she walked to the door, glancing back over her shoulder at him.

“Maybe we’ll do this again sometime.” Gabby winked, and slipped out the door, leaving Jace standing there in his bedroom, his mind oddly full of thoughts of Gabby. Even more so after what had happened when he was fucking Rachel last night. He hadn’t meant to groan Gabby’s name, it had just… happened. He attributed it to just how similar Rachel looked to her daughters.

But after spending the night in bed with her and the grinding against her ass that he definitely remembered doing last night when he still thought she was Amy, he couldn’t quite get the sexy tattooed young woman out of his head. He shook his head and walked into his bathroom, rubbing his face idly as he started getting ready to shower.

———

Anastasia Prescott tapped her foot impatiently against the floor of her car as she waited for her best friend Audrey King to arrive from next door. Her and Audrey had been best friends since forever, it felt like, which was almost certainly due to their proximity to each other. Even as kids though, they'd been good at balancing each other, which Ana thought was important in a good friendship. Anastasia had gotten in quite a bit of trouble growing up for her attitude. Nothing too serious, but, well, Ana definitely had the Latina attitude from her mom's side of the family. Meanwhile, Audrey was a perfect angel who hardly ever stepped a toe out of line.

Audrey did her best to keep Ana's attitude in check, and Ana did her best to get Audrey out of her comfort zone and have some fun. Anastasia had no desire to change how sweet and kind Audrey was, but sometimes she was too cautious. Without Ana, Audrey never would have swung off that rope swing into the river last year at Maple Chester's party. Maple had been their captain last year, and Ana had adored her. Frankly, she was like a perfect mix of Ana and Audrey, but without Ana's trademark ass. Ana glanced up at herself in the rearview mirror, turning her head back and forth to examine her hair.

The gorgeous Latina cheerleader had her father's dark green eyes, which Ana had always liked a lot more than her mom's boring brown eyes. The rest of her was almost a dead ringer for what her mom Tiffany had looked like at this age. The same long brown hair that got a bit wavy at the ends, the same caramel skin tone, and the same incredible ass that was currently being quite a good cushion right now. Ana loved flaunting her ass, loving to wear skintight leggings, or cutoff jean shorts. She wasn't really a skirt kind of girl, but she had rocked a miniskirt on occasion. It showed off her incredible smooth light brown legs, which Ana always liked. She was much less impressed with her medium-sized breasts, even if they were firm and perky. Anastasia tried to tell herself it just meant she would have way less back pain in her future than girls like Audrey would have, but she couldn't help the spark of jealousy she had each time she saw a girl like Audrey, or Brooklyn Robinson, or Amy Blackson, or (and this one was worst of all) Skylar Wayne. Hell, Skylar even seemed to be getting bustier these days, which was wildly unfair. She'd been plenty busty already, did she really need another growth spurt? Something about Amethyst Shore just seemed to attract busty women, and Ana didn't like feeling inadequate, it pissed her off.

"C'mon, Auds, where the hell are you?" Anastasia muttered to herself, glancing at her side mirror then at the clock on her car's display. She reached down into her purse for her phone to text Audrey again when the passenger door opened and a very jiggly Audrey King climbed in.

"There you are!" Ana exclaimed. "I thought you'd fallen and broken your neck or something. You're always insanely punctual."

"I'm so sorry!" Audrey exclaimed, her tits coming to a slow stop. "Ally overslept!"

Audrey's parents were divorced, and she and her little sister Ally lived with their mother, Josephine, who worked overtime to keep things afloat. Audrey's dad Albert was in town, too, but he wasn't much better off than Josephine. Ally was in middle school, and Audrey took care of her a lot when their mom couldn't. The King sisters were frequent flyers in the Prescott household because of it. Ana liked Ally, she had a lot more attitude than her big sister, and Ana liked a girl with attitude. Sometimes, Ana felt like Ally was her little sister, too, which she liked because being an only child could be lonely sometimes. Audrey was a bit less of a fan of Ana and Ally hanging out so often, saying Ana was a 'bad influence?' Frankly, Anastasia had no idea what Audrey was talking about.

Ana glanced sideways at her best friend, taking in her appearance. She was a pale-ish girl, not particularly sunkissed, though she also didn't have the same skin tone as girls like Amy or Gabby, who were perfect porcelain angels. Her long dark hair was unusually messy today, which Ana chalked up to the hectic morning. Audrey wore a fairly standard pair of jeans that couldn't help but hug Audrey's wide hips, and Ana shoved down the jealousy she got looking at Audrey's top half. Audrey had an odd quirk about her that she absolutely hated bras. Most teen girls were delighted to finally start wearing bras, like it was a step into being a real woman. Ana certainly had been, and she assumed it was a pretty universal experience based on her non-Audrey friends. Audrey, however, had hated the feeling of a bra on her boobs, and she'd pretty quickly sworn off ever wearing one. Fast-forward to eighteen year old Audrey maintaining her moral code, even now that she had some big jiggly tits that were very prone to bouncing. Ana couldn't fathom how Audrey didn't have constant backache carrying those jugs around, but Audrey swore up and down that it didn't bother her at all. Maybe she had some kind of bionic spine, who knows?

"She get on the bus OK?" Anastasia asked.

"Yeah, thankfully. I was way behind though, and then Snoopy peed all over the floor and I had to clean that up." Audrey sighed.

"Not a very glamorous morning for Her Highness, huh?" Anastasia grinned, putting the car in drive as Audrey rolled her eyes at the play off her last name.

"Nothing better." Audrey laughed. The girls sat in companionable silence for a moment as the radio played some energetic pop song.

"You know Skylar's not grounded anymore today right?" Audrey brought up and Ana groaned.

"Don't remind me, Auds." Anastasia sighed. "It's been such a nice three weeks without Ms. Moneybags trying to undermine my practices. Coach Roberts even complimented me on my captaining! But now everybody's favorite princess is back to practice."

"She's not that bad." Audrey said mildly.

"Not that bad? She thinks she's the damn cheer captain! Way too used to being in charge of everything." Anastasia huffed. "You know, silly me, I thought Dana would be my biggest problem. Her big sister and her mom are like two of the squad's most famous captains, I thought she'd nepotize her way into getting what she wants, but nope. I wish more of the girls were like Dana, actually."

"Is nepotize a word?" Audrey frowned.

"Yeah, like nepotism." Ana nodded.

"I know what nepotism is, but it's definitely not a verb." Audrey laughed.

"Now you're undermining my captaincy too!" Ana exclaimed, but she was laughing just as much as Audrey was.

———

James Winchester walked into Violet River High School alone, which was thankfully not normal for him. Usually, his sexy neighbor Amy Blackson would drive him and his sister Savannah over, but Amy hadn’t been there this morning, so James’ mom Susan had driven her kids to school. Savannah had had to dash to the art room to put the final touches on some project that was due today, leaving James alone.

It had been a month or so since school started, and James didn’t feel like he’d really found his people yet. He had kissed Amy Blackson the night before, but that didn’t even feel real yet. He couldn’t believe he’d made that insane decision, and doubly couldn’t believe that she’d kissed him back. He had no idea where his relationship with Amy was going to go after that, but a ridiculous, completely insane part of him hoped it would lead to Amy Winchester. He knew with the logical side of his brain that a single kiss had absolutely no guarantee of leading to marriage, hell, it might not even lead to them dating.

He couldn’t even fathom dating Amy anyway, she was way too gorgeous to be interested in a guy like him. Way too perfect, and he was just ordinary. Her neighbor with no friends who followed behind her like a dog on a leash. James couldimagine Amy would ever look at him twice, not when her best friend was the football quarterback who had a ton of girls interested in him. Probably Amy included.

James was so deep in his thoughts that he was definitely not looking where he was going, something he only noticed when he walked full speed into somebody and barely caught her before she fell.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” James gasped, and the girl laughed, straightening up and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Right, it definitely wasn’t an opportunity to grab my hips, was it?” Reyna Harris asked, smirking. The gorgeous brunette was an unusual one in Amethyst Shore, where the town seemed so full of voluptuous busty women. Girls like Reyna were few and far between, but it didn’t make them any less incredible than the other girls in town. Reyna was tall and leggy like a supermodel, probably like 5’9 or 5’10. Her long brown hair fell in perfect waves down her shoulders, and her green eyes twinkled with amusement. She wasn’t particularly busty, her breasts somewhere between small and medium sized. She was dressed very fashionably though, in an elegant white top and black skirt, along with some tall black boots. Her long, light brown legs kept drawing James’ gaze, but he tried to keep his eyes on her beautiful, also quite model-like face.

“Uh, no, it wasn’t, I swear.” James shook his head. “I was just… thinking.”

“Thinking hard, huh?” Reyna asked curiously.

“Well, yeah.” James admitted.

“About Skylar?” Reyna guessed.

“What? Skylar? No, why?” James blinked.

“She’s free from her long-suffering punishment today.” Reyna explained. “I figured you, like every other guy in here, were wondering how you could help her celebrate.”

“I- wait, all of these guys know the exact day Skylar’s not grounded anymore?” James asked, momentarily derailed.

Reyna laughed. “Oh, you naive little thing. Today’s likely to become a national holiday, the day Skylar Wayne was unleashed on the town once more. There’s been countdowns and stuff happening, you really haven’t noticed?”

“No.” James shook his head, mystified. “Do they think they have more of a chance with her now than they did three weeks ago?”

“Well, of course, in their mind, she’s been holed up with nothing to do. She might just drag the very first guy she sees into the janitor’s closet and have her way with him.” Reyna said sarcastically.

“Huh.” was the only thing James could think to say. Reyna rolled her eyes, but it seemed almost amused.

“Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to chew you out.” Reyna remembered all of a sudden.

“What? Why?” James asked.

“Because. At Skylar’s party, when we were dancing, and grinding, and groping, and kissing, I put my number in your phone and told you to call me or text me… you never did.” Reyna reminded him, and James flushed at the heat in her voice. He remembered all too well that night, having this slim supermodel beauty pressed up against him, the heat of her lips on his…

“I… didn’t think you really meant it.” James admitted.

“Why the hell would I put my number in your phone if I didn’t mean it?” Reyna exclaimed.

“I don’t know!” James protested defensively. “I just… you seemed out of my league or something.”

“Look, dummy. If you spend a night with a girl grinding up against you, then kissing her, then playing with her toned little ass, then she puts your number in her phone… it’s safe to say she wanted you to call.” Reyna said, sliding up close. “So I’m going to walk away now, and whenever you wise up a bit, give me a call.”

Reyna made it fifteen steps down the hallway before her phone started ringing. She turned over her shoulder to see James standing there, his phone pressed to his ear. Smirking, Reyna turned and kept walking as she pushed the answer button.

“James! What a wonderful surprise.” she spoke into the phone. “I’m so glad you called, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, uh… I was wondering if you wanted to… do something.” James said weakly. A flutter of fondness flickered through Reyna’s chest.

“Like a date?” Reyna couldn’t resist teasing the boy.

“Uhhh… if you w-want it to be.” James replied awkwardly.

“Ok.” Reyna smiled. “You’re gonna have to lose that stutter though, as cute as it is.”

“I…” James cleared his throat. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” Reyna said, still smiling. “I’ll text you the days I don’t have cheer practice. Bye, James.”

Back down the hallway, James took his phone away from his ear, wondering how on earth he’d wound up going on a date with Reyna Harris while his brain was filled with the taste of Amy Blackson’s lips.

———

Jace Holland walked into school ten minutes later with Dana and Brooklyn. The two girls seemed a bit off this morning, but Jace just chalked it up to Monday mornings. As they walked through the school, Jace glanced at Brooklyn, and found her already looking at him. She gave him a small, embarrassed smile, and Jace smiled back.

“Uh, Dana, can you give us a moment?” Jace asked, turning towards his petite twin. Dana looked beautiful today, wearing clingy white leggings and a ribbed pink crop top that dipped low into her tanned cleavage, her large breasts making the top swell outwards around the chest region. Her flat stomach beneath the pink looked incredible, too.

“Yeah.” Dana said, glancing between Jace and Brooklyn. “I’ll see you later.”

Jace turned to Brooklyn, who looked nervous. “So, you wanna talk here or somewhere more private?”

“Private.” Brooklyn blurted at once. Jace nodded, and opened the nearest classroom door, which was empty at the moment. The pair of them ducked inside, and Brooklyn closed the door behind her. Jace turned to the beautiful brunette, letting his eyes travel along her insane body. Brooklyn was in jeans that hugged the curve of her wide hips. On her top half, she wore an olive green T-shirt that looked good on her tanned skin, though it didn’t show the cleavage Jace wished it would. After seeing (and feeling) Brooklyn’s incredible tits last night, he wouldn’t mind a bit more time with them, even just her cleavage.

“So…” Brooklyn said nervously. “I kissed you last night.”

“You did.” Jace nodded. “I liked it, a lot.”

Brooklyn swallowed. “Uh huh. Well, I mean, I know you’re dating Olivia, and I don’t want-”

“Olivia’s actually doing everything she can to get me to be with girls my own age.” Jace said amusedly.

“She… what?” Brooklyn blinked, clearly shocked.

“Olivia’s of the opinion that she’s too old for me, so she’s trying to encourage me to do things with girls who are my age.” Jace said. “You can ask her, if you don’t believe me.”

“What? No, of course I believe you.” Brooklyn smiled, looking surprisingly shy. “I know you wouldn’t lie to me, Jace.”

“Good. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar.” Jace nodded.

Brooklyn chewed her lip, deep in thought, and Jace didn’t say anything, he just let her work her way through it. What they were discussing here was something… complex.

“So… it can’t just be us?” Brooklyn asked, hesitantly.

Jace sighed. “I don’t think so. It’s nothing to do with you, you’re incredible. It’s just that there’s other girls who I care about a lot, too.”

“Like… Amy? Skylar?” Brooklyn guessed.

“Not Amy. We talked about it, admittedly, but we both decided we just want to be friends, not a couple.” Jace said truthfully. “As for Skylar, I don’t know. I don’t think she wants that, she seems like she’s just looking for fun.”

Brooklyn gave him an odd look during the Skylar part, but she didn’t comment. “Right. And… Olivia?”

“She’s older than me, and she’s my teacher, so it’s definitely not easy there, but we both care about each other. I know it’s definitely not something normal, but this is a pretty unusual town, after all.” Jace shrugged. Brooklyn laughed softly, but with a touch of sadness.

“Yeah… Jace, I-” she stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I really like you. I’ve really liked you for years. I’ve always been too embarrassed to say anything. I mean, you’re my best friend’s brother, and you’re so popular and amazing and I’m just me.”

“Just you? Brooklyn, you’re the amazing one. And don’t say you’re not popular, you’re a cheerleader, and a damn good one. Plus, you’re stunningly gorgeous.”

Brooklyn’s cheeks reddened, and the smile she gave him wasn’t sad even slightly. “I just wish I could have gotten up the nerve to do something earlier then. Before Olivia, before Skylar or anyone else. But Jace… this sharing you thing, I don’t know. I’ve always dreamed of being with you, but in those dreams, it was just you and me.”

Jace sighed. “I know. And I also know it’s completely unfair of me to ask this of you. But if you can find it in you to accept this crazy lifestyle, then I’d love to have you.”

“I don’t know.” Brooklyn said simply. “I think I just need some time to think.”

“Of course.” Jace nodded. “Take as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” Brooklyn said, a sadness in her eyes that Jace hated.

“If you want, you could try talking to Olivia, see if that might help.” Jace suggested.

“Would you be there for that?” Brooklyn asked.

“If you want me to be.” Jace nodded. “Or you could talk to her alone.”

Brooklyn tilted her head back and forth thoughtfully. “I think I want to talk to her by myself first.”

“Yeah, of course. And you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want. There’s no rush, take as long as you need.” Jace assured her. She nodded, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Thank you, Jace. For understanding.”

“Of course. I know this is insane.” Jace said, and Brooklyn nodded in agreement.

Brooklyn waved goodbye before ducking out into the hallway, and Jace let out a low breath, hating that this talk had gone this way. Not because he expected Brooklyn to be OK with this, but he just hated seeing her sad. He cared about her way too much for that not to bother him.

As Jace walked out of the classroom, he heard a loud revving coming out from the parking lot, and he had a feeling he knew who was causing that. Grinning, Jace walked back towards the entrance of the school, where quite a few others were moving towards interestedly, eager to see what was happening.

The doors were opened by somebody, and Jace followed the small cluster of students outside to see a lime green sports car zooming through the parking lot with no regard for the posted speed signs. It whipped into a parking spot, and from the driver’s seat came none other than the queen herself, Skylar Wayne.

The past three weeks, Skylar had been banned from driving to and from school, instead being dropped off by the Wayne family’s driver, and Skylar had told Jace that she was 99% sure that her mother had ordered the driver to drive extra slow. Skylar hated being in cars that were going slow.

It wasn’t like everybody here hadn’t seen Skylar on school Friday, but she’d had almost none of her usual disregard for rules, due to her mother’s claim that another toe out of line would mean her time being grounded would triple. Jace still had no idea what Skylar had did to piss off Sophia Wayne so much, but it had to have been something crazy.

As Skylar crossed the parking lot towards the entrance, Jace saw she was wearing a white microskirt that showed off the vast majority of her smooth flawless legs. She wore designer sunglasses, had a purse on her arm, and a very scandalous top that showed off tons of her creamy cleavage. Skylar’s very large breasts bounced as she walked, and Jace drank in the view of the green-eyed vision, even if her gorgeous eyes were currently covered up. Her pale blonde hair blew elegantly in the wind, and that same wind was brushing at the skirt, too, teasing the assembled crowd.

How Skylar had gotten the wind to bend to her whim, Jace might never know, but everything seemed to be working in her favor today, even the way the California sun made her pale hair gleam.

“Hey, you.” Skylar smirked at him as she walked up. Jace got innumerable jealous looks as Skylar’s body arched up against his, and her familiar lips met his. He hadn’t gotten to feel Skylar like this since before her grounding, nor had he kissed her. He’d gotten plenty of texts from her though, both of the complaining variety and the spicy variety. Her tits felt incredible pressed up against his chest, and her hand on his face was warm and familiar.

“Miss me?” Skylar Wayne grinned.