Claire sees Jordan getting pounded by a strap-on, which is attatched to... Kelly!

Slowly, Claire Matthews pushes the door open to reveal Jordan Cline is getting pounded, of course... but by none other than Kelly Summerset herself...! And at their collective groins is the kind of strap-on she saw the girls drooling over earlier in the day...!

Jordan was on her lower back, where it met up with the pull-over fabric of the toilet bowl lid. The back of her head leaned against the counter of the sink area. And man-oh-man... was she getting it royally from her best friend!

Kelly was on her knees, which she propped herself up just slightly with a bathroom scale. She was hunched over Jordan, and really fucking her as if she was male! Quicker and quicker she went... listening to each moan and desire of her... lover???

She remembers the duo examining a couple of sex toys recently, even today. What Kelly is wearing must be new one, but yet... she didn't notice either of them buying anything today. They all joked that there will be more time to shop for things later... Did Kelly have that strap-on in her suitcase, on the airplane...???

She had no idea it was this serious...! "Are they actually lesbians," Claire wondered. "I thought that it was just a rumor! A rumor just to tease the boys of the school who think they can get anything handed to them... but this... this was something totally different... this was more than just a rumor...!"

Yes... this was real. Real blood splattered and dribbled upon the tile floor, down from Jordan's cunt... Real sweat built up on both of their foreheads... Kelly wasn't just doing this to be nice... she must be getting some of that herself later on!

"Oh my... God!" Claire finally exclaimed, and both of the girls looked at her at once.

"Uh, what is it, Claire?" moaned Jordan, with eyes that seem less interested than they were just a second before, turning to face Kelly again.

"God!" Claire exclaimed, trying to think of something else to say. "God! God... damnit! Are you guys serious?!"

"What," said Kelly, in a dumbfounded fashion. "Is something wrong?"

"Is something wrong?!" shrieked Claire. Is something wrong?!? You mean... something's WRONG???"

Jordan and Kelly exchanged looks before looking back at their friend of 15 years.

"FUCK! I mean, SOMETHING IS WRONG!" Claire bellows as she paces just beyond the door to the bathroom. "You just broke a friend's hymen and she's enjoying it, like you're Thomas, or something!" Then Claire points at Kelly. "You're not Thomas!!!"

"...uh, no... but..."

"What is this?" Claire demands, as she continues to pace back and forth. "Fuck!"

"Okay," said Kelly, rising to her feet, "maybe haven't told you everything that we do. But we're concerned. And it seems that our concerns are justified. Your world... your family, your whole lifestyle... seems to object the lesbian lifestyle..."

"What?!" Claire interrupts, then continues to pace with her hand pressed against her forehead, sending the two opposite edges of her forehead closer together. "The lesbian lifestyle?! The lesbian lifestyle??!" Claire continues to pace, while beginning to like mocking Kelly's words.

"I do NOT talk like that," warns Kelly, stepping out of the bathroom.

Claire produces a finger and wags it firmly in her former friend's face. "Oh, yes you do," she firmly tells Kelly. Then Claire lets her hands swing at the wrists, dances in circles and acts over-affectionate.

"Okay, I've had enough," says Kelly. She turns to Jordan, who has since walked out of the bathroom herself and boldly stood there beside Kelly. Blood streamed down the sides of Jordan's inner thighs, although not as fast as it would have been, if it was a truly brutal wound from a truly uncaring person. "Time to execute what we've planning to do for years."

Jordan understood completely. She rushed behind Claire and quickly grabbed the virgin. Jordan held her still as Kelly approached carefully. Claire struggled, but it was no use. Jordan was an athlete of many flavors, that is, when she wasn't being the cheerleader of Norton High School. Her firm grip across her armpits was just too great.

"You must remember all the times that you've cried as you witnessed your dad beating upon your mom... right?" Kelly asked, in a crisp tone.

Claire slowly nodded, suppressing a tear she knew that was coming, sooner or later.

"You know all the **** that other males cause, right?" Kelly continued, in a little smoother voice.

Claire blinked a few times and then nodded again.

"And you know the names Tina and Ike Turner, right?" Kelly asked in a still softer voice.

Claire managed to utter "...yeah..." while still testing the grip Jordan had on her.

"...and what was that issue between Tina and Ike?"

"...domestic ****..."

"I'm sorry, what...?" inquired Kelly, raising an eyebrow and cupping an ear, as if to hear Claire better.

"Domestic ****."

"...well, say it like you mean it...!" Kelly implores to Claire.

"Domestic ****!"

"Oooh! Well... what is that? I haven't heard that..."

"That's where the aggressor really assaults another... usually it's the guy..."

"I'm sorry...? Who's the guy?" Kelly inquired again.

"The aggressor... usually..."

"Uh-huh..." said Kelly, moderately interested in the answer. "You know, Claire... we love you, more than just a friend..."

Claire swallowed hard.

"No, honest to goodness, we mean it. We really love you," Kelly whispered, cupping Claire's chin. "We want to bring you joy, pleasure and remove all the sadness and pain from your life..." Kelly removed her hand and stopped for a moment. Finally, Kelly asked "What's his name?" to nobody in particular.

"Who?" asked Jordan, her grip is still tight around Claire.

"Oh, I'm not sure of his name... Ned...? Ted...?" Kelly allowed her voice to trail off.

"Red Jackson..." Claire whispered.

"Yes, him!" she immediately responded, turning to Claire. "How's he doing?" Kelly cried.

"Guys... you saw the black eye he gave..."

"How's he doing?" Kelly repeated.

"I told him to get lost," Claire sighed.

"Oh, really??"

"...yeah. He drunk too much."

"And then what?"

"He beat me within an inch of my life..."

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, cut the fucking drama!" Claire exploded. "I get it! Man bad, man very bad!" Her rage thundered through her body, but Jordan was able to keep her almost completely still.

"It matters to us that you fall back within the same cycle..." Kelly whispered, as she fetched a mini-towel that lied next to the television set on the counter. Without a loosing a beat, she stuffed it into the friend's mouth and they both moved Claire off to a nearby bed.