Summary: Missy looks to even the score with someone
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin and made them do naughty things.

Whitney is such a hottie and she is totally into what I am doing to her, right? Gasping . . . sighing . . . clawing at the sheets, lifting her hips to meet me when I plunge in with my tongue. I am so loving it, too, having her suntanned thighs on either side of my head, but what I am really thinking the whole time is, ain't payback a bitch, Torr?

That's right Ms. Head Cheerleader. I know all about you and Courtney. Did you think I wouldn't find out? Word travels fast in the locker room, babe. As if it wasn't bad enough that you went and fucked her, now I gotta put up with the snickers and smirks from the rest of the squad. I fucking loved you, Torr. And this is what I get? You two-timing me with that slut Courtney?

Well two can play at that game, sweets. I hope spreading your legs for that bee-yatch was worth it because I got a new plaything now and she is digging me. Oh yeah. Whitney is all about the whole tough butch dyke thing.

"Fuck me," Whitney groans. She arches off the bed. "Missy . . . fuck me!"

I laugh into her cunt. You never wanted it that bad, did you, Torr? You made it seem like your were doing me a favor by letting me go down on you. But Whitney . . . now she wants it. And she ain't all nose-in-the-air about asking for it, either. Gotta love a girl who isn't shy about admitting she likes to fuck.

Whitney is desperate for it. She is so wet I have no trouble sliding three fingers in her pussy. Feels good, that warm, silky flesh all tight around my fingers. I pump in and out of her, hard, fast, flicking my tongue over her clit. Whitney groans, tosses her head back. She's gonna come. I fuck her even harder, wild, like an animal, down and dirty, wet, sloppy, her juices flowing over my fingers. Then I press my lips to her clit and suck it, Torr, I suck Whitney's hard little button of a clit until she is screaming her fool head off and when she comes all over my face I'm thinking about you. Yeah . . . you. Not Whitney with her sweet pussy and no tan lines, but you, Torr, and how much you hurt me by sleeping with Courtney.

I pull my fingers out of Whitney and crawl up next to her. She smiles at me and takes my hand, licking her stickiness from my fingers. You'd never do that, would you Torr? That would be admitting my fingers were actually inside you. Whitney likes it, though. She sucks each of my fingers clean then kisses me, long and deep. Her tongue snakes around mine. Is Courtney this good a kisser, Torr? Too bad if she isn't.

Whitney slides her hand over my breast, squeezing it. I moan into the kiss. She uses her thumb to tease my nipple hard then scoots lower and takes the firm nub between her lips. I tangle my fingers in her hair as she sucks on my nipple, kissing it, flicking it with her tongue. She takes each breast in turn and it's good, Torr. So fucking good. Even better, she slips a hand between my legs. Fuck yeah. I thrust against her, humping her hand, impatient and needy. But Whitney just teases me. She isn't all let's-get-it-over-with. This girl likes to finger pussy. And she has me squirming me, babe. I need her mouth on me like right now.

I still have my fingers in her hair and I pull Whitney from my breast and into a long, hot kiss. Then I push her flat on the bed and mount her, straddling her face. I hear Whitney groan softly as I lower my cunt onto her mouth. She is so fucking good at this, Torr. I ride her. Hips rolling, me bouncing up and down on her face. She has her arms hooked around my thighs and pulls me so fucking tight against her mouth, pushing her tongue in deep. While she eats me I reach down and stroke my clit, rubbing it frantically. I'm almost there. Fuck! I'm going to come. Oh yeah. I finger my clit and Whitney licks me and when I come I look up and smile, smile for you, Torr, so you know the kind of hurt I felt when word got around to me about Courtney.

When I can breathe again I slide off Whitney's face and plop down next to her. We lay there in silence, shoulder to shoulder, both of us staring up at the ceiling.

"That was great," Whitney says.

"Thanks" I look over at her, smile, then roll out of bed. She watches me circle to the foot of the bed and turn off the video camera I have mounted on a tripod.

"Got it all?" she asks.

"Yeah."

Whitney nods and gets out of bed. We gather our clothes off the floor. As Whitney pulls on her panties she looks up at me and says, "When are you going to give it to her?"

"Monday," I tell her. "It would have been our anniversary. Can't beat that fucking irony, can you?"

"Not really," Whitney says. She pulls on a T-shirt. "Can you make me an extra copy?"

"Sure, why?" I ask.

With bitterness in her voice Whitney says, "I wanna send it to Courtney."