Meet Kyla!

Alyssa had strode down the hallway with purpose but what she saw stopped her in her tracks. On her bedroom floor, staring into the floor length closet mirror, was a topless blonde who would have looked like any teenager's wet dream. "What...the...fuck Kyle!!!" she shouted, where was he. Of course he snuck another girl in here. He knew Lexi would never fuck him and he knew he could keep dreaming if he thought he had a chance with her so he must have snuck in some slut and gotten her wasted.

"Damnit Kyle where the hell are you,??? who is this?!?!?

Kyla just giggled from the ground, reaching out towards the door of the closet to touch her finger tips to the glass in a perverse rendition of the sistine chapel. As her fingers touched the glass she let out another high pitched giggle.

"Oh Shit" thought Alyssa, wait why was she swearing so much? She never swore this fucking much..."Kyle?!?" she exclaimed!

Her only response was the tinkling of giggles and a nasally high pitched voice that oozed sugar and sex wining back "not Kyyyyyleeeeee silly, KylAAAAAA!" and so saying she kicked her legs into the air like a cheerleader, her comically baggy jeans looking silly on her tiny 5 foot 2 frame. A cascade of platinum blonde hair draped across her face, stuck to her cheek from a little drool that had collected there as she stared at the pretty lady in the mirror, and the pretty lights.