“What the ***** are you doing Mary Cherry?” Nicole snapped.

            “Having my picture taken…” Mary Cherry answered

            She then proceeded to pout her lips in a look that was supposedly to be ***** but it only made Nicole wanted to bonk her head with her tray. She’s rich… She’s rich… Nicole repeated to herself silently. She then took a deep breath and turned her attention to her best friend.

            “So, Brooke… How are things at home? Spam giving you ***** again?”

            “No…” Brooke shook her head. “She’s pretty much ignoring me… Which is fine by me…” she said as she pushed her peas around her plate.

            “Then, why do you look like you’re about to pass kidney stone?”

            “I do not…” Brooke said finally looking up.

            “Yes, you do…”

            Brooke shrugs. “I don’t know, Nic…”

            “you’re still hung up about Josh?” Nicole asked.

            “No… It has nothing to do with Josh…”

            “PMS?”

            “Yeah, I guess that it…”

            Nicole knew her friend was hiding something but she did not want to push her further. Knowing Brooke, sooner or later she’ll tell… Jeez, is that camera still aimed this way? That is really annoying.

            “Hey! Stop aiming that thing here!”

            The camera lowered and Nicole found herself staring into pair of dark brown eyes. The owner of the eyes was regarding her with a lazy grin that shot tingles down her spine.

            “Sorry…” the lips moved. Then, it was gone. The eyes and the lips had turned back to listen to what Spam Mc ‘*****’ Pherson was saying. Nicole felt like picking up her fork and jamming it right between her eyes. Nicole Julian, for god sakes! That’s a girl! Albeit a cute one but still, a girl!

            *********************

            Her body jerked with abandon as the tongue traced a ring of fire around her breast. A hand came up, wrapping itself possessively around her breast, the thumb flicking against her nipple, against its rosy peak till she moaned with pleasure.

            Her body was alive, every curve crying out for fulfillment. The desire to be satisfied was overwhelming and she felt her body move rhythmically against her lover, she could feel herself sinking into the depths of desire and she called out…