fukensploogin
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Missy had just gotten home from school. It was early May; she would be graduating from high school in just a couple weeks.
She sets her bag down in the living room, not even able to think about doing homework anymore, when it's such a nice, hot day outside. She'd been itching to get in the pool since she woke up and discovered that her dad had worked all night getting it ready, now that it was good and hot outside...
Just as she gets into her bikini, there is a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Missy calls out, wrapping her towel around her bikini-clad body.
"It's Tommy. Is Andy home?"
Tommy and Andy had been best friends for a long time, and now were in junior college together. They were a few years older than she was. She knew they had been up to no good lately. They always smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, and something else that she couldn't identify. Still, she had known him for most of her young life, and opened the door for him, still wrapped in her towel.
"Uh, no, he's not here. I think he's got band practice or something."
"Well, do you mind if I wait for him?"
"Make yourself at home," she said, then muttered under her breath as she walked down the hall towards the back of the house: "you always do."
"Hey, goin' for a swim?" he said, closing the front door behind him, and following her to the backyard.
She sets her bag down in the living room, not even able to think about doing homework anymore, when it's such a nice, hot day outside. She'd been itching to get in the pool since she woke up and discovered that her dad had worked all night getting it ready, now that it was good and hot outside...
Just as she gets into her bikini, there is a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Missy calls out, wrapping her towel around her bikini-clad body.
"It's Tommy. Is Andy home?"
Tommy and Andy had been best friends for a long time, and now were in junior college together. They were a few years older than she was. She knew they had been up to no good lately. They always smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, and something else that she couldn't identify. Still, she had known him for most of her young life, and opened the door for him, still wrapped in her towel.
"Uh, no, he's not here. I think he's got band practice or something."
"Well, do you mind if I wait for him?"
"Make yourself at home," she said, then muttered under her breath as she walked down the hall towards the back of the house: "you always do."
"Hey, goin' for a swim?" he said, closing the front door behind him, and following her to the backyard.