Jason Williams was my father's first sister's firstborn son, so was almost exactly the same age as I was, and we actually looked a lot alike. His hai... was short and black, while mine was more brown, but we were almost exactly the same height and build. We'd been best friends for this week each year and often had gotten into trouble together, usually which were his idea, but last year he'd started hanging out with Stacy more than me.Stacy Johnson was a ditzy brunette that should have been born. No variations, no gasps, nothing. Just normal sleep. I needed him. I needed him to wake up right now. I moved my finger against my clit and a quiver roller up through my body. Oh my God Im so wet. I moved my hand into the no mans land of the bed, those two feet that separated us while we slept. My hand slowly inching toward Michael, one inch. Another and then freezing. Spreading my little finger out to feel for his warmth, nothing. Another inch, still nothing. Another and still nothing. I. I feel someone slide up behind me and two hands begin to take my blouse off and I know it’s Karla because she has made comments about other women and how sexy they looked. I assumed she was just looking for ideas for herself. The hands now have my zipper for my skirt in their hands and I feel it zip down and my skirt is being slipped off and I lift up to help it off. I am now naked from my tits to my white lace thong and I have only been in the house ten minutes. Fuck, I love this place. I look. She rubbed at her wrists. ‘Did I hurt you?’ ‘A little.’ ‘I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.’ She nodded again. She pulled up another chair on the other side of Chris and looked at him. ‘What do you write?’ He smiled. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ ‘Yeah, I would.’ ‘I keep a journal.’ Cat smiled. ‘Really?’ ‘Yep.’ He noticed her book on the table. ‘What do you write?’ Catherine got up and went to the table. She picked up her tablet and brought it back. She turned the page she had written that night at.