Car Troubles

Hime sits on her bed, diary open, the words about Jeff pouring out in quick little strokes. New guy next door. She wants him, badly, but nothing she tries sticks. Fine. She’ll make her own opening. The car gives her the excuse. She pops the hood, yanks a cable, then calls. Jeff says he’ll come. Her smile is quick and sharp. She slips into a tank that hugs her breasts and shorts that sit low on her hips. He shows up with Chloe. Blonde, natural tits, the kind of girl who makes Hime’s stomach twist. Jeff dives under the hood while the two of them trade small talk. Hime’s done with small talk. She climbs into the backseat. A moment later Chloe follows, shuts the door. “Jeff’s not worth the effort,” Chloe says, voice low. “You could do so much better.” Her eyes linger. She used to date girls. If she still did, Hime would be on the list. Hime tilts her head. “Boys or girls—which kiss better?” Chloe’s smile is slow. “Girls. Softer mouths. Softer everything.” Hime’s look is invitation enough. Chloe leans in, kisses her, tongues meeting in a slow, wet slide. Jeff stays lost under the hood while his girlfriend slips her hand between Hime’s legs, fingers tracing the soft hair she finds there, then easing lower, parting her, sliding in. Hime’s breath catches, hips rolling, every nerve suddenly alive to the girl who’s decided she’s worth more trouble than any boy.