Bette plopped herself down on the hood of Erins car, I think that if I am forced to look at another equation today I just might vomit.

Ok, so no work tonightwhat do you want to do instead?

Movies?

No, too many people after all that special bonding time at the senior class retreat Im beyond sick of people.

Bette laughed My thoughts exactlyBeach?

The beach workshmmm, how about we go to the beach down town this afternoon, then tonight go over to the cove?

Sounds good, I have to pick up a suit at home,

Me too, so how about I meet you at your house and then we can get going.

Alright, bye

See ya

Bette got into her car and as she turned to grab her seat belt she saw Erin attempting to juggle her books and keys as she tried to unlock her car door. Once she turned on her car Bette looked back up to see if Erin had managed to unlock her doors. She smiled as she saw that Erin had successfully opened the door and was now attempting to put all of her stuff in without dropping anything. Bette was about o get back out of her car and ask if her friend needed any help when she saw Mike, Erins boyfriend, sneak up behind her and start to tickle her, causing her to drop everything she was carrying has she collapsed into a giggling heap.

Bette leaned back in her seat and cranked her music up louder. For some reason she couldnt stand Mike. He was always polite and friendly, and not just with people he knew either. He was no intellectual slouch either,

When Bette dared to glance back at the couple she saw Erin leaning back against her car and Mike leaning over her, their bodies only inches apart. She was soon treated to some text book high school PDA. Mike leaned over and kissed Eri first on the neck, then on the lips. The more Bette saw the more irritated she became. Mikes kisses were rough, coarse, and his hands seemed only interested in his own benefit as they drifted over Erins amazing body. Even though watching was making Bette incensed she could not help but continue to stare. She was angry with Mike for not treating Erin the way she deserved to be treated, for not being gentle, sensual and passionate while kissing her, for not making each touch electrifying for the both of them Bette was beginning to envision the way she would kiss Erin, how she would begin with a feather light kiss on the lips, slowly look into her deep dark blue eyes before beginning a series of gentle but passionate kisses, how she would trail her fingers slowly up and down her spine before making circles in the small of Erins back with her fingertips