She was jealous of BOTH of them. She wanted to be the one to touch Merrigan, though she wouldn't have wanted to stop at the edges of her swimsuit. She...was also jealous—no, perturbed, would be a better word—that Merrigan was flirting so shamelessly with Ben. Brianna had flirted with the tall boy during the year, too, but with much less gregariousness. However, ever since Ben had saved her from Tyson, Brianna felt something more for him. She felt almost ... possessive ... of him. She often had to. “OW! Stop calling me a slut, what’s your fucking problem!?” She cried, tears leaking out again. “Want me to say it? Right here? Fine. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I fucking found? Your little yellow fucking crotchless panties you're so fond of wearing all the time. And when I confronted her about them, she told me you. Doreen moved her hand up between the girl’s legs; as if by approval, her legs opened exposing her petite panties, Doreen’s fingers now tugging at the silky edge, leisurely the girl drew her leg up allowing freedom. Doreen ran her thumb over the selected area knowing her pussy was beneath; the girl’s hand went down between herself and Paul, taking up where Doreen had left off; his cock now very rampant. The girl just held him, her fingers encircling the shaft but nothing more, whether she knew. "Oh ... I don't know ... here or there. Probably at the Union." That was pretty safe. There was always some kid impressing the girls with his guitar skills."Who's it by?" she asked."Mama's and the Papa's, you never heard of them ... someplace on the coast," I said.I never did clarify which coast ... or the year. I put the guitar away.Arnold came up stairs, he was paint streaked and grinning, Pulled his hand from behind his back and shot us both umpty million times. "I got it! I got it! I got.