Either/Or

"What is it?" asked Claire as she jostled small-ish wooden box around in her manicured hands. The design was strikingly simple: a sturdy lacquered oak casing, on the back the wood bore an indentation of a tree with branches that split evenly at each branch, on top a wooden arrow spun freely, and opposite the indentation a small thin slit which seemed large enough to spit out a playing-card sized piece of paper.

"It's some sort of game... I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys would be cross-eyed staring at her ass. Her balayage'd hair fell down to her exposed midriff and her tits were almost spilling out of her white halter top.

Claire dropped the box on the bed and responded with a jump up and a slightly licentious saunter over to her roommate. "I'm wet. Fuck me now!" She said coy-fully with a bit of a giggle. "However, you might want to do something about..." Slow at first, but with quick hands Claire pinched Denise's nipples with just enough to make her jump. "...these."

Denise pushed Claire away then guarded her chest. "Eeek! I was going to let you use my 'get lucky' heels, but now all bets are off." Denise squeezed her feet into a glittery pair of pumps then made her way towards the door. "I might not even let you eat me out tonight." She stuck her tongue out at Claire in the mirror as she examined herself once more.

"You wish!" Claire shouted and examined herself in her own mirror. She was hot too, but not slutty. Everyone loved blondes, but Claire never flaunted her assets in public nor sought sexual relationships so openly, just seemed so in jest. Claire adjusted her bra under her olive crop top and fixed her black miniskirt. She worked hard to show her toned chest, but not to give away her whole body. She may still snatch Denise's heels once she leaves.

Claire yelped as a hand smacked her ass and Denise guiltily ran towards the open door. "You coming...?" she asked with her posterior safe outside from Claire's retaliatory palms.

"Maybe later. My sister keeps begging me to visit."

"Text me, love." She said as she blew a kiss with her glossed lips and left.

Claire plopped down on the bed and tossed her head to one side. Strands of her golden locks drifted down on her thin cheeks. She breathed out deeply and moved her hair out of her bright blue eyes before they traveled to the wooden box on the lip of the bed. She picked it up and did another once over. There wasn't much to it, but it did seem mysterious. Her forefinger felt the top and could feel some play, so she pushed it in.

Ding! A simple white card jutted out of the slit.