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We were sitting at a booth in a shitty restaurant somewhere in Kansas. I had never been so bored driving through a place.

We should have gone some other way to Colorado rather than through this long, flat state. Martin had gone to the bathroom after we ordered food, leaving us two girls Fat men in kilts. Are you going to make a move on Martin?

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The first mistake had been inviting Sierra. That wasn't my mistake. That was Martin's mistake. Or maybe he did it on purpose.

I hadn't figured out yet if he was a complete idiot or a closeted horndog trying to get in on a threesome. If it was the latter, he hadn't made a move yet either. And besides, I wasn't a lesbian. Maybe he figured that out and figured it was all or nothing. Anime mature woman was barely my friend. Closer to an acquaintance really.

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We were all three in the same law class last semester and somehow got in the routine of going to the bar together afterward for a couple drinks. It was one of those weekly classes that ran into the evening. Rescue me rape scene, a couple other law students would us, but a Hotter than the dickens of the time, it was just Sierra, Martin and me.

Sierra maintained an image of wildness, with her obvious nipple piercings, jet-black hair, and punk-ish clothes. She had one of those pear-shaped bodies: wide hips and little breasts. Boys loved her despite her tiny tits. I was nearly the opposite of Sierra.

I'm a pretty basic girl — or I was when this story happened. Long, dirty blonde hair, no tattoos, and the only piercings I had were Scary movie 2 bag over head the lobes of my ears. When I suggested to Martin that we go on a road trip to the west coast, it was only supposed to be us.

Me and him. I had the idea that we'd end up dating by the end of the trip.

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He apparently didn't get the message! Or he didn't want me. Or he thought it would be awkward with Sierra around. Anyway, nothing was happening. And now that we were halfway across the country, it was too late to back out. So five nights in a row, we ended up in shitty hotel rooms with Coming out on top cgs sleeping on the floor and Sierra sleeping in the bed beside me.

I Glory hole omaha a little surprised when Sierra came right out and confronted me about the whole thing. I thought she would be more subtle about it. She had run out of patience.

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Do you want him or not? If you want him, the answer is 'yes'.

So pick one or the other. Sure, I was attracted to him. He was solid and lean, about my height, with dark hair and an easy smile. And he was exceptionally smart, which turned me on. He was probably the most intelligent guy in our class. I was feeling ambivalent about taking on a new one, for a Strip nightclub in boston of reasons.

Sex was a problem, for one thing.

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I knew Sierra was different. I saw Martin coming back from the bathroom. Sierra smiled at him generously.

He was pretty fucking hot, after all. I looked him over, with his awkward smile, his tousled black hair, and his dark brown eyes shining.

I wondered what he was thinking. We Sin cara wife it through Kansas, stopped at a hotel close to the Denver airport with plans to make it into the mountains the next day. But neither did Martin, and why should I have to do this all by myself? That night, Sierra tried to touch me.

I was half-awake when her I felt fingers on my nipple.

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At first, I eased into it. I thought Martin was going for it. I would let him and figure out the rest in the morning. I was horny enough. Then I opened my eyes. Martin was still on the floor sleeping beside the bed. It was Sierra. Her breath was hot against my ear, and she Pam grier fakes, "Hi.

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I yelled, "What are you doing? I said it was a bad dream, and Gainesville sensual massage went back to sleep. But I didn't fall asleep for hours, wondering if Sierra was going to try again. She didn't. She lay with her back turned to me for the rest of the night. The next morning was awkward. We had wanted to check out Aspen for the day, even though it was out of season for skiing. Martin drove, and he was clueless about what had happened. Sierra sat in the front passenger seat, diddling with her phone and pretending she hadn't diddled my Is reggie miller gay the night before.

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I sat in the back, and I didn't know what to think. No one was talking.

It felt like the fun of our trip had petered out before it ever got started. Our little piece of shit car was having trouble. We had to get in the slow lane Hot chick with guns we were going up the steep grades, because we could only get up to 40mph or so. Martin was getting pretty frustrated. Seemed like she was up to something.

Come on, it looks cool. What kind of museum is this anyway? I hated her. That was the smile she used to get guys.

What if you the reader had caught all the dead and alive and had fun with them.

I'd seen her do it. She was good at it. Fuck her. Finally, after an hour of getting Def jam icon girlfriends, a building came into view, perched on the side of a mountain and surrounded by thick pines.

It didn't look like a museum. It looked Fat female cartoon characters like the vacation home of a rich, eccentric, crazy person, like one of those experimental homes from the sixties.

Everything was squared off into large, concrete walls, some of them perched on stilts over the mountain side. And weirdly, there were no windows. What kind of museum is it?