Moving at a blur I am dressed and looking respectable in world record time. The apron I slip back on mostly to hide my stiffy. My heart is pounding, my cheeks burning and my butt crack still slick with Daddy’s spit when I am jogging out to see what was going on. Embarrassed as I was I didn’t really want to face Briar but I thought it would be rude to hide. Getting caught was a valuable lesson though. Py with fire and you will eventually get burned. I did not regret our risque nookie but it drove home that we would have to be a bit more careful in the future. Thank goodness it was only Briar!

  I do my best to put on a public face as I stroll through the garage but good golly was it difficult! My libido was raging and every fiber of who I was wanted to stay as baby girl. We’d gotten so close! Winona had me bent over and at her mercy. I had been horny plenty times in my life but never, NEVER, had I wanted to be fucked so badly as I did right now. My whole groin from dick to balls to twitching little hole throbbed with unstated desire. Focus Avery. Focus.

  When I get out to the side of the building Winona is standing in front of a very sweaty and very flustered looking Briar who was currently straddling one of the e-bikes that the college kept around campus for the students to use. That expined why we hadn’t heard her arrive. Judging by her frizzy hair and sweat soaked shirt it looked like Briar had used at least as much pedal power as electric power on the way up the long, gradual slope of the peninsu. She probably drained the battery halfway up. I’d made the trip and much further many times back in the day on my old mountain bike but one gnce at Briar’s adorably petite physique told any onlooker that she was more accustomed to the sedentary life of the academy.

  “Briar.” Winona says, hands out in front of her. “Chill. It’s cool.”

  When Briar sees me her already pink face darkens a shade. Mine does the same. “I am SO sorry. I didn’t mean to, erm, interrupt. I rode up and saw your truck and heard something around the back and, well…”

  “It’s all good.” Winona chuckles. “Next time, text first and you won’t get the eyeful.”

  Avoiding my gaze completely Briar turns her front wheel to try to go around Winona. “I’ll just get out of your way. Sorry to be a bother.”

  Winona steps to intercept. “Stop!”

  At Winona’s command Briar straightens up, nearly tipping right over backwards thanks to the heavy backpack she was lugging. “Eeep!”

  “Seriously Briar. It’s cool.” Winona says again. Stepping forward she takes the bike by the handlebars and wheels it away to lean it against the building. “You came all the way out here. It must have been important.”

  “It wasn’t really.” Briar looks up at me. The moment our eyes meet sets us both to blushing all over again. “Um…hi Avery.”

  “H-Hey B-B-Briar.”

  “Um…”

  “D-Did you have l-lunch yet?” I force myself to say so as to shift the topic from the obvious. “W-We’re having s-soup and s-sandwiches.”

  “Actually, I haven’t yet. You really don’t mind?”

  “Hell no.” Winona walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my chest. “My Pops’ll probably be back soon anyway.” She nuzzles the side of my head and kisses me. “You kind of caught us Briar. We haven’t told the gang yet that we’re officially a thing.”

  I smile and rex into her embrace. “We’re g-going steady.”

  “Oh! Well I won’t say a thing. I promise!”

  “It’s not a secret.” Winona says with a firm squeeze. “We just haven’t had the chance.”

  “Well…congratutions.” Briar says, finally beginning to calm. “I kinda figured you were already with the way you two danced at the party. You two look so natural together.”

  “Th-Thank you.” I giggle. “I don’t think we’ve b-been very sneaky about it.” I nod to the back of the building. “And s-sorry about that. It was my f-fault that the curtains were open.”

  “Don’t let appearances fool you. My sweet little Sprout likes to live on the edge.” She kisses my cheek. “Kinky boy.”

  “I see.” Her brown eyes widen. “I saw!”

  “Ha! Come on then.” Winona drapes her arm over my shoulders and leads me back for the suite with Briar walking along beside us. “So what brings you up to Win’s Garage?”

  “Oh, um, you said when we talked I could pop by anytime to talk about the game.” Briar is looking left and right and up and down as we pass through the mechanic bays. For someone so steeped in the cutting edge this pce must have looked positively prehistoric. “We never got to do a post-game hangout. My old group back home used to do that.”

  “The original Mayhems as well.” Winona chuckles.

  “Nobody I know at school pys.” She says, then adds more quietly. “Not that I know that many people.”

  We enter Winona’s pce and swing the door closed as we kick off our shoes. I slip from Winona’s arm to go and make another sandwich and redistribute the soup and sliced veggies to feed three. Knowing Briar was a tea drinker as well I also start the kettle. Meanwhile Winona splits off to head to the washroom where she washes her hands and brushes her teeth. Nobody wanted ass-breath when hanging with friends.

  Briar gnces toward the counter where she’d seen me bent over and we both blush yet again.

  “Ahem.” Briar settles into a chair at the table. I bring her a cold water which she accepts gratefully. After a long drink she says. “Nice pce.”

  “Not much but it’s all mine.” Winona says through the open washroom door. “Once we’re really established and I’ve got some dough I was thinking of maybe getting a proper trailer up here or something.”

  “Cool.”

  After some brushing and spitting Winona dries her hands and comes out to join Briar at the table. “So you really rode all the way out here just to talk about the game?”

  “Yeah.” Briar nods. “Yep. Yep totally. Just the game.”

  Winona and I shoot each other a look at Briar’s very poor attempt at a lie.

  “Nothing else?” Winona prods.

  “Oh no. Nope. Nothing.” Briar fidgets in her seat. “Well…maybe one thing.”

  “Out with it girl.”

  “You see it’s…it’s Kay.”

  “Kay?”

  “Kay.” She says, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I like her. She’s fun and pretty and popur and…and I really like the way she looks at me. She’s really nice, ya know.”

  “We know.”

  “Mmm.” She frets. “I know you’ve been with her and…err…I’d kind of like to…um…do the things that…um…um…” She gnces toward the counter again, a little smile pying at her lips. “…that you and Avery do.” The poor girl was as horny as I was. “I want to…do that too.” After a dreamy pause she blurts. “But with Kay!”

  Winona leans back and ughs. “Well that won’t be hard! Just ask her. Kay’s thirsting for you so bad right now.”

  Briar sighs, her shoulders slump. “I know.”

  “Buck up.” Winona says. “If you’re nervous about it Avery and I can hook you up. No problemo.”

  “Big problemo.” Briar says. “Muy problemo.”

  “Wh-What’s wrong Briar?” I ask as I start ferrying lunches to the table.

  Her already small frame shrinks even further. “You see…I, um…I don’t want to hook up with her.”

  “But you just said…”

  “I want to BE with her.” Her voice is as tiny as she was. “I want to be hers.”

  Winona’s amused smirk softens, her expression growing more serious. Her of all people knew what Briar was talking about.

  “I’ve never been with a girl before. I’ve never been with anybody before.” Briar swallows. “I made a promise to myself that I would only give myself to someone who was, um, going to appreciate me. Someone who could commit to me. Someone I at least had a chance with.” She looks up. “Is that stupid?”

  “No!” Winona says. “That’s not stupid at all Briar.” Reaching across the table she takes her hand. I come to stand at Briar’s side and y my hand on her shoulder.

  Briar looks back and forth between us then down at the bowl of soup in front of her. “I swear everyone in the world has been id besides me. I know it’s just sex…and I want it…but…I want it to be…important.”

  “It is not ‘just’ sex.” Winona says. “Not if you don’t think so. And especially for your first time. It is important.”

  “It’s okay to s-save yourself.” I say warmly. “My G-Grandpa’s only ever b-been with my G-Grandma. She was his f-first and l-st. Even though she passed away years ago he’s never once been t-tempted to wander. She’s the only one for him. His one and only true love.”

  Winona looks up at me. “Is that true?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Avery.” She says. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard!”

  “Oh, uh, yeah. That’s G-Grandpa.”

  “I’ve never even met him but I think I love him.” She turns her attention back to Briar. “See. Everyone has that perfect someone out there Briar. Have faith. Have patience. Your princess will come.”

  “I want to but…I want THIS princess.” Her delicate hands clench tight. “I want her real bad.” She sighs again. “I know all about Kay’s reputation. Level with me guys. Do I stand any chance of getting her to settle down with me?”

  Winona and I look at each other, both of us at a loss for words. We wanted to encourage her and support her. But Kinky Kay giving herself exclusively and permanently to just one person? The prospects were bleak.