Hey! It's been a while since we've heard from each other. Sorry for the delays but between all the commissions I had to write the time has flown by!
(not that I'm complaining haha)
This is a story that should have been more... "complete" but it was meant to be a sort of preparation for something more intriguing about Jem and Claire,
Also, it's an experiment, so I'm eager to hear your
destructive criticisms eheh.
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The bed creaked insistently, the temperature in the room had risen unbelievably as the two bodies joined in a sexual dance charged with arousal. Jem moaned with uncontainable pleasure as Tom entered her several times as eagerly as his girlfriend.
The day was quiet and Jem had recently returned with her little argument with Ana, finding Tom waiting for her. The girl explained what she had done, watching her boyfriend's excitement increase as she spoke.
“Your ex's bitch will be a pancake after these,” smiled Jem, taking off his shirt, “crush the life out of his sagging sacks.”
That was the signal for the boy; he jumped on top of his girlfriend and lifted her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he walked toward the bedroom. Their mouths locked together, the girl's dominant tongue meeting her boyfriend's, leaving him when he dropped her on the bed.
Quickly the couple took off their clothes, beginning their sexual adventure of the day, being lulled by Jem's dirty words that went on and on about how he would crush and humiliate Tom's ex-girlfriend with his better body. Jem knew that the girl was the trigger for their sex.
It was annoying that another girl should start their dances, creating in Jem a deep hatred for that girl, a mental jealousy that one could hardly drive away. She had to destroy her in front of Tom or he would keep thinking about Claire, that girl who seemed so perfect in Tom's head that it created a kind of hatred on the boy's part.
When Tom came, he lay back on the bed, breathing heavily. Jem lay down beside him, stroking his head. To her, her boyfriend was beautiful. Green eyes and curly hair are the same colour as wood. He has an enviable body from the gym and his 6'4 rod is so muscular and hard. She loved to feel it throbbing inside her, but she knew it was not hers completely.
“I'm going to destroy her, baby,” she smiled, whispering in Tom's ear, ”My tits will annihilate hers.”
Tom muttered a moan of pleasure, his manhood coming back to life before Jem's eyes. She smiled, climbing astride his man.
The party was expected by almost all participants from ICF and neighbouring countries. The committee had organized the foam party to give the female athletes a moment of leisure and rest during the competition. Kyle walked in with a few friends, looking around as the bikini-clad girls laughed and drank, breasts bounced wildly to the music and firm asses were twerked.
Claire had not yet arrived, Kyle had called her, and his girlfriend wanted to shower before joining him. Initially, he did not want to go to the party without Claire, but his friends picked him up and took him anyway.
“You guys are going to meet here anyway, right?”
Kyle nodded. Although they were engaged, they were not supposed to live symbiotically. The music was loud, and the temperature was just right to enjoy the day. It was a day of fun, and in good company, everything is always more magical.
“Look who's here”
Jem, in a green and white bikini, was about ten meters away from Kyle's group, but her eyes had spotted him right away. What made her most nervous, however, was the absence of her prey. She squeezed Tom's arm, pointing with her chin to the unsuspecting boy dancing with his friends.
“And he is?”
“The garbage man,” smiled Jem, looking at her boyfriend.
Tom's eyes flashed, spotting the boy who had replaced him. Kyle did not appear in any way, but he was a cute boy. He had short, ash-blond hair, brown eyes, and a body that could be described as normal. He had no excess muscles, but he was not thin either. His slender figure made Tom think he was taller than him by a few inches, but other than that, he looked like any other guy.
“When you can't have the best, you make do with what you find,” he grunted, slightly annoyed.
“Why don't we dance?” smiled Jem, holding him close and pulling him forward.
Tom and Jem's group made their way through the crowd dancing wildly, the DJ was playing a remix version of Suave, notes lit for wild dancing. When Jem reached her target, she began to dance, turning toward Tom. Her boyfriend responded to the dance by turning so that he had Kyle behind him. Jem and Tom gave each other an eloquent look, smiling. Then Tom threw an elbow at Kyle as he danced.
“Oh, sorry.”
Kyle turned toward the culprit, finding Tom turned toward his girlfriend. Casting an annoyed look, the blond boy went back to dancing with his friends. After a few minutes, Kyle was thrust forward with another blow. The blond boy closed his fists, seeking calm for the new blow. Tom struck again with an elbow, which set Kyle off.
Turning angrily, he grabbed the curly-haired boy by the shoulder and forced him to turn toward him. Tom turned away in frightened surprise, which brought Kyle to his senses and he let go of his grip. Jem flanked his boyfriend, taking him by the hand and looking at Kyle with arrogant eyes.
“You got a problem, sugar?”
Tom recomposed himself, becoming arrogant again as he pushed Kyle's shoulder hard.
“What the fuck do you want?” growled Tom.
“You're the one who keeps hitting me,” Kyle replied curtly.
Quickly, the two groups of guys grew closer as Tom pushed Kyle back again. The blond boy stepped forward menacingly but gasped when the curly-haired boy threw a punch at his stomach.
Kyle leaned forward, coughing as Tom and Jem began to laugh. Tom thought Kyle was so weak now, a nobody. How could he be his replacement? Kyle quickly straightened up, retaliating with a punch to the boy's face.
Jem backed away frightened as Tom backed away a few steps, feeling the pain on his face as the anger increased. He had been hit by that nobody in front of everyone, his thought was that he could not admit that such a boy could touch him.
“I'll kill you, you bastard,” growled Tom.
The two guys started hitting each other, Tom threw a punch to Kyle's face, who moaned in pain as he walked back. Tom approached but Kyle struck back, throwing a punch to the boy's stomach. When Tom leaned forward, his hands covering the affected part, Kyle grabbed him by the hair to lift his face and throw another punch.
“Stop!” shouted Jem, getting in the way.
Kyle's fist stopped in midair, suddenly startled that he had risked hitting a girl. The blond boy backed away quickly, letting Tom get back to his feet. At that moment, a hand grabbed Kyle's hand.
“What's going on here?”
Claire made her appearance in her total grey bikini, Jem stared intently at that girl looking at the object of her man's obsession, biting her lip when she saw the brunette's huge breasts. The blonde squeezed Tom's arm, leaning against him with a mischievous smile.
“Who do we have here?”
“The bitch is here,” grunted Tom, looking at his ex.
Claire stared at them angrily, then turned to Kyle to see how he was doing. Her boyfriend had a small scratch on his chin but nothing more. Sighing with relief, Claire turned back to look at the enemy couple. Around them were already a few people who had seen the small fight and had moved away.
“Stay away from us. We want nothing to do with you.”
Claire's words were like a slap in the face for Tom, who squeezed the hand that encircled Jem's waist. His girlfriend felt her man's nervousness and decided to intervene. With a quick step, Jem's breasts connected with Claire's. The two pairs squeezed together, pressing and swelling inside their bikinis.
“If you think it can end like this, you're dead wrong,” hissed the blonde, pressing her body more into her rival's.
“What the fuck do you want?” growled Claire, pushing back.
Jem smiled, raising her chin arrogantly, before withdrawing. Their breasts bounced into their perfect shape as Jem wrapped her arm around Tom's again. Claire did the same with Kyle, her instincts making her mimic the move like a mirror.
“Not here,” she said.
The pair turned, giving directions to their friends. Nothing dangerous would happen; everyone could rest easy. Claire and Kyle stared at each other for a moment, nodding in their shared decision to humour that couple.
The four left the party.
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The two cars parked in the driveway almost simultaneously; Kyle had followed Tom to Jem's house, a small townhouse not far from the party. The four entered without a word, casting a few arrogant glances at each other.
Kyle felt the need to clench his fists, feeling his anger rising as he watched the boy in front of him cast disgusted glances at his girlfriend. Claire took one of Kyle's hands between her own, watching him intently for him to calm down.
Tom was the last to remain in the doorway, closing it behind Kyle before pushing him forward. Kyle turned sharply, a furious look on his face as he let Claire continue. Tom smiled, indicating to go ahead, and Kyle reluctantly agreed. He would get his revenge.
“You know, Claire...”
When the two guys entered the living room, they saw the two girls in the centre of the room, on the carpet as Jem began to walk around Claire, the girl following her with her eyes.
“...Tom told me so much about you...how his ex was...sexy...how his ex...had big, firm breasts...” Jem finally stopped before Claire “...but when he tasted my...oh, honey, there was no more competition...” Jem untied her top and dropped it, revealing her magnificent 36EE “...Tom discovered how much better my girls...are than yours.”
Tom reached his girlfriend, kissing her and reaching behind her to lift her breasts, his index fingers on her nipples. Lifting them, feeling the weight of those magnificent breasts and letting them fall as they both stared at Claire. The girl squinted her eyes, feeling a jealousy inside her and fighting it as best she could not show it.
Kyle reached out to her, comforting her. He wanted her to know that he was there for her, that she was no match for that girl, that she was better and always would be. Claire smiled, kissing him softly. Kyle's hands untied his girlfriend's top, letting Claire's incredible 36EE come out into the open.
“I don't care what you think...” began Claire, planting an intense look in Jem's eyes “...but Tom had a chance to be with a real woman. He made a mistake, and had to fall back on what he could find” Claire smiled, letting Kyle lift her breasts, mimicking the other couple's pose “But I was lucky to find a better man than him.”
Jem's eyes flashed, anger and perhaps even jealousy. The idea of Tom's ex-girlfriend had filled her mind for so long, ever since he had told her about Claire. Jem was sure she was better, although she hated to admit that the girl's bare breasts in front of her were simply magnificent.
“Bullshit. You're the one who wasn't woman enough for a man like him. You only have to look at them to see that Tom is a much better man than that loser,” growled Jem.
Tom chuckled slightly, watching as Kyle's expression hardened as Claire's eyes snapped open. Claire felt a sense of protection for her boyfriend; that girl had no right to offend Kyle, let alone defend someone like Tom.
“Oh, Kyle has his faults for sure ... but he has merits that Tom can only dream of!”
“Please!” Jem rolled his eyes, leaning forward with a smirk. “Tell me, how many times did Kyle make you scream?”
Claire blushed suddenly, biting her lip at the unexpected question. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed, his hands still holding her heavy breasts as he watched the exchange between the two girls.
“N-that's not the point,” she murmured, trying to regain her composure.
“Oh, isn't it?” Jem leaned against Tom, her breasts overflowing from her boyfriend's palms, her eyes shining with mischief “Because from what I've heard, in the end, it's all about ... performance,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Claire looked at Kyle. Their eyes met, and they both felt a deep connection. Claire didn't have to worry; he was ready to defend her anytime, anyway.
“Kyle may not seem like a performing guy,” Claire smiled, returning to stare at the rival pair, “but he can satisfy me in ways you couldn't even imagine.”
“Is that really so?” Jem's smile widened, and he felt that he was getting the girl where she wanted. “Well, you should know that Tom has no problem in that department.”
One of Jem's hands went down behind her back, feeling the bulge in her pants already pressing against her ass. Claire squinted her eyes, feeling how the girl in front of her kept insulting her boyfriend by using Tom.
“Yes, I know,” she admitted, “but I know Kyle is better.”
“How can you be so sure?” asked Jem in a playful voice but with a hint of defiance.
“Because I've had both of them in my bed, and I know who made me beg more,” Claire replied with a smug expression, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
Jem's eyes widened in shock for a split second before closing ajar. She could not bear Claire's statement, feeling her jealousy rising. She pushed herself away from Tom, walking toward her rival.
Claire imitated the girl and the two pressed their tits together. Both grunted when their flesh felt the other's firmness press against their chests, their tits pressed together gently as Jem savoured the feeling of the breasts she had dreamed of breaking.
“Really?” asked Jem in an icy voice. “Well, if you have so much faith in Kyle, how about we settle this once and for all?”
“What do you mean?” asked Claire, squinting.
“I'll challenge you to a little game,” said Jem, her eyes flashing. “We'll see who's really up to it. A cockfight between Tom and your goon.”
Claire opened her eyes wide, looking behind her for Kyle. She saw her boyfriend with a serious expression on his face, determination in his eyes as he stared at Tom. She didn't have to worry, Kyle would win.
“Kyle will win,” Claire hissed.
“But first,” Jem interrupted her, moving his hands to undo Tom's pants, “we have to make sure we're all equal.”
Jem lowered his boxers, freeing his erection, and tossed them aside. Kyle's eyes widened, and Tom's erect cock appeared near the girl's face. “Do you think Kyle has what it takes to beat Tom?”
“No,” Claire's confidence did not waver as she spoke, “He has a lot more than Tom.”
“We'll see,” said Jem, in a low, seductive voice.
She leaned toward Tom, her hand sliding down his thigh to wrap around his hardness. He looked at Claire, with burning defiance in his eyes. Claire's eyes met his. She undid the button on Kyle's pants, her hand sliding down to grasp the zipper. She pulled it down in a slow, deliberate movement as if savouring the moment. Kyle's cock leapt free, already hard and eager, swaying slightly in the cool air of the room.
Jem couldn't help but stare at them both, a hint of envy mingled with excitement in her stomach. She had seen Tom's cock countless times, felt its power and knew its capabilities, but she had never seen Kyle fully hard, and it was impossible to tell which cock was bigger.
The blonde moved closer to Tom, her bare breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered.
“Show everyone you're better,” whispered the blonde as her bare breasts brushed against his chest.
A mischievous smile lit her lips as she took a step back. Claire whispered something to Kyle, asking him if he was sure. He replied convinced and firm about his decision. She would fight for Claire; he would not back down.
The girls watched with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, feeling their nipples erect from the cool air and heat of competition, watching the two guys approach with erections ready to fight and then thrust together.
Their cocks collided with a surprisingly loud pop, the pressure was intense, the friction electrifying. Both men grunted, never taking their eyes off their opponent. Tom and Kyle pushed harder, the sound of their cocks slamming together became louder, more frantic. Sweat began to be beading their foreheads, their faces contorted with exertion and pleasure.
Jem watched with shortness of breath as Tom's hand began to tremble slightly. He felt a thrill of excitement when he saw the determination in his man's eyes. Claire's gaze was equally intense, her eyes never leaving Kyle's face, she could see the raw need to be the best.
The sight of him standing there, engaged in such a primal display of masculinity, was like a wicked dream she had always dreamed with her own man.
Jem leaned forward, her eyes glued to the swaying cocks, feeling the heat radiating from Tom's body. Kyle's eyes captured that huge split, making him moan as Tom hit harder.
“You're losing, Kyle” smiled Jem, noticing the boy's gaze on her breasts ‘Is that all you have to offer?’ asked the blonde, cupping her breasts to give the boy more vision.
The guys' grunts grew louder as they thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping faster. Tom's face was red, a vein bulging in his neck as he pushed himself to the edge, feeling his cum rise to his erection.
“Fuck,” moaned Kyle, pushing back.
Kyle followed his rival move by move, his breathing laboured, his hips snapping back and forth with speed. Jem watched excitedly, her eyes moving from their concentrated faces to their battle-hardened erections.
She knew that to ensure victory for her boyfriend, she had to push Kyle over the edge, giving Tom that extra incentive to demonstrate his dominance. With a seductive smile, she reached out and covered her breasts, her thumbs encircling her areolas as she leaned back against the couch.
Kyle's eyes went wide, his breathing becoming laboured as he watched Jem's hands caress her breasts, her mischievous gaze fixed on his. His bouts became more frantic, his cock slapping Tom's with a fervour that spoke of his desperation to win.
“Bitch,” Claire hissed, her eyes half-closed as Jem's fingers played with her hardened nipples.
It was clear what she was doing: trying to distract Kyle and give Tom the upper hand. Claire was not going to let that happen without a fight back. The brunette imitated Jem's actions, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently.
She watched as Tom's eyes flicked to her chest, his bouts faltering for a second before recovering. She smiled, now the boy's thoughts were on the girl who knew her body almost better than he did.
The sight of Claire playing with her breasts was intoxicating, and Tom felt his resolve falter as the familiar ache grew inside him. He remembered her light touch, the way she could bring him to the brink of pleasure with nothing more than a flick of her wrist or a whispered word.
Jem growled softly, not allowing her rival to overtake her. She rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, never taking her eyes off Kyle's as she licked her lips and bit her lower lip. It was a silent challenge, and Kyle's eyes glazed with lust as he stared at her, his strokes becoming erratic.
Jem's breasts bounced slightly at the movement of her hands, smiling as she knew she was driving Kyle crazy. She could see it in the way his cock jerked against Tom's, in the way his breathing became laboured. She felt a surge of power, an intoxicating rush that made her feel alive. She leaned even more against the couch, arching her back as she offered her breasts to Kyle as an invitation to take them in her mouth.
Her fingers became more insistent, pinching and tugging at her nipples as she watched the two men struggle to maintain focus. She knew Kyle was close, so close, and she wanted him to break first. She wanted to see him collapse at the sight of her so that Tom could prevail.
Claire hissed as she heard her boyfriend moan. Smiling sensually at Tom, she arched her back with her palms pressed against her breasts, swelling against them. Her thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of her nipples, panting softly as she watched Tom continue to stare at her breasts.
Her movements became more sensual as she watched Tom's eyes dart over her. She knew the boy was torn between competition and the desire to claim her again, to assert his dominance over Kyle. Claire's breathing quickened as she ran her nipples between her fingers, teasing and taunting her ex with each movement.
Jem watched as Tom's strokes grew wilder, his cock slapping Kyle's with a ferocity that made her gasp. He was so close, and she knew that with a little more, he might explode-and it would all be that girl's fault. The blonde arched her back, her breasts jutting upward as if begging for Kyle's attention to take him over the edge.
“Come on, Tom,” Jem murmured, continuing to tease her man rival. “You can do it, beat him.”
Tom's eyes darted between Jem's face and Kyle's cock, a furious light in his eyes. With a grunt, he redoubled his efforts, his erection grinding faster, increasing the pressure.
“Make him come, Kyle,” Claire whispered, staring defiantly at the blonde. “Show me you're the better man.”
Kyle looked at his girlfriend for a second; she was fighting her private war to help him; he couldn't let her down. With a guttural growl, he pushed his cock against Tom's with newfound vigour, making the other boy grunt.
Jem watched with rapt attention, his breaths shallow and rapid. He knew that with each stroke Tom was losing more and more control, his eyes switching from the fight to Claire's breasts, leading her to become more jealous at seeing how the girl still had that control over her man.
Claire rose toward Kyle, her breasts brushed his thigh as she reached his face. Her lips tickled his ear, she spoke in a sexy voice as her eyes stared at Tom as if she were speaking to both of them.
“Make me proud.”
The words made Kyle shudder; he took a deep breath, staring intently at his rival before thrusting harder against Tom's cock. Jem mimicked Claire's movement, her breasts brushing against Tom's thigh as she rose.
“Come on, honey. Show me who's in charge.”
The words were a hushed whisper, a gentle nudge that pushed Tom into the attack. The two girls knelt beside their men, their eyes fixed on each other, their breasts brushing against the hard, eager flesh of their partners' erections.
“Come on, baby,” Jem murmured to Tom, her breath hot against his cock. She could feel his tension, his need, his cock getting closer and closer to exploding. “Show him who the man is.”
With a grunt, Tom pushed harder and slapped his cock against Kyle's. The room was a cacophony of slaps and laboured breathing. Claire and Jem continued to challenge each other with their gazes, squinting as they heard their men moan more and more.
The two girls moved closer, focusing on the shafts of their boyfriends as they fought to the last. Their bikini tops rubbed together as Jem and Claire pushed their right breasts against each other’s left breasts from the side, showing the men what awaited them after their fight was over.
Suddenly, with a simultaneous groan, both men released their loads, the sticky heat of their semen splattered on the cold hardwood floor. The tension snapped like a guitar string, the room momentarily silent except for their laboured breaths.
Jem felt a flash of annoyance at the draw, her desire for a clear winner overcoming the intense excitement coursing through her body. She had been so close to seeing Tom conquer Kyle, to seeing proof of his superiority ... but the moment of disappointment was fleeting. With a mischievous smile, Jem stood up and turned to Claire, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
“We seem to be even,” he said, his voice low and arrogant. “But I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
“What moment?” Claire squinted, searching for an answer through the other girl's eyes.
“The moment when I can flatten your tits, bitch,” Jem replied with a smirk. “You see, I've been dreaming about it for a long time. Ever since Tom told me about you.”
Claire's eyes flashed with a competitive fire, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. She knew what would happen next, and she was ready.
“It will remain a dream, bitch,” Claire hissed, half-closing her eyes, ”After I crush you, everyone will realize who is the better woman...an average man...for an average woman.”
Jem's eyes went wide, gnashing her teeth as she felt her hatred for her rival grow out of all proportion, moving her hands to untie her top.
Claire's heart skipped a beat as Jem's slender fingers untied the laces of her bikini, unable to help but feel a pang of inadequacy as she observed Jem's now fully exposed breasts. The blonde's breasts were like two large creamy orbs, similar to her own, so firm and dense.
Jem's areolas were a light shade of pink, almost merging with her skin, her nipples of a redder hue pointed directly at Claire's body, menacing and deadly.
The brunette felt a sudden twinge of jealousy at the way the light played with the shadows on the blonde's chest, her “understudy” was so damn prosperous.
Claire tried to ignore the feeling of despondency in her stomach as she wondered if she had overestimated her enemy, the room suddenly seemed smaller as Claire began to compare her chest to the blonde's.
Instinctively, the brunette crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes tracing the line of those huge breasts in front of her. Jem's tits were perched so high and tight on her chest that she looked as if the gods had blessed her, the light pink hue of her areolas almost innocent, a stark contrast to the fiery confidence Jem exuded.
The brunette moved to remove her bikini, and Jem looked at Claire with a hint of uncertainty as she removed her bikini, revealing her huge breasts. The blonde's eyes lingered on the perfection of the sight.
The areolas were a dark shade of pink, the nipples were proud and erect, almost begging for attention, and the curves were full and round, defying gravity. Jen began to think about her heavy breasts, imagining them suddenly inadequate by comparison, biting her lip as she stared at the other girl's chest.
Jem tried not to look away, but the way Claire's tits bounced slightly with each movement was absolutely mesmerizing.
“Fuck ... fuck ... fuck,” Jem thought.
The room seemed to warm up now that Claire's naked breasts were exposed, the soft light from the chandelier above her casting a warm glow on her skin. The blonde felt like she was looking in the mirror, blushing slightly with envy that there was a woman in her boyfriend's life who could compete for the title of best breast. Jem finally looked away, trying to compose herself, but the sight.
“It's not fair...” thought Jem, growing increasingly jealous. “Why does she have to look ... so ... perfect?”
Claire and Jem looked at each other and then shifted their attention to their breasts. For the first time, neither of them uttered a word; it was obvious that they both felt a deep insecurity about themselves, their boyfriends looked at them in surprise, unaware of what thoughts kept brewing in their heads.
The two girls knew perfectly well that facing the other girl in a long battle, or even losing, would make them look weak in the eyes of their men.
Jem had always promised Tom that he would easily crush his ex, but if he did not, it would be catastrophic for her. Claire had similar thoughts; she had never liked to lose, and the idea of doing so in front of her boyfriend was too dangerous.
The two girls stared at each other again, a kind of mutual truce in their eyes gave hope that they could avoid their conflict that day, silently promising that they would face each other in the future.
“Hmmm, just because your boobs are as big as mine doesn't mean they are as full as mine,” said Jem, taking the floor.
“You're right” Claire replied ”Mine are even better...but you know what? I don't have to prove to anyone that I'm better” the brunette turned to Kyle, looking and pointing to the door with her gaze ”Come on, love. Let's get out of here.”
Claire put her top back on, looking once again at her rival, the blonde returned the gaze and both felt their deep jealousy bubbling up. The two of them would surely push their breasts together until a couple would give in, but not now.
Without saying anything, the couple left the house, Claire heard Tom complaining to his girlfriend about the decision they had made, but she didn't care. Claire was glad she was able to avoid that confrontation in front of Kyle, if she had to she probably would have fought but the brunette preferred to be alone during those moments.
Claire and Kyle looked at each other for long seconds before they started laughing like children, and when the laughter ended, Kyle went back to looking at the road while Claire stared at him in love.
“Thank you,” she said, a sincere expression on her face.
Kyle looked at her out of the corner of his eye, a small smile on his lips as he continued driving.
“About what?” he asked naively.
“About… everything,” she replied, lowering her gaze ”All of it.”
“Oh... um, no problem” blushed Kyle ”Can you explain what happened?”
Claire's cell phone rang suddenly, jolting the couple. It seemed to be fate that Claire would not explain everything to him.
“Hello?” said Claire, answering the call.
An alarmed voice came from the other end of the phone, eliciting in Claire a sense of surprise and ... fear.
“Ana...she has...” said Sarah.
Claire's eyes widened.
