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Two best friends, who are secretly scarers, travel across the States to get their adrenaline high together.
Though, one of the friends, Sienna Parker, finds herself tangled up with an older man that see...
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"These pictures turned out so good!" Deyanira chirps, holding up her phone to show Sienna the photos they'd taken at a few different locations. "I'll get them printed out as soon as possible."
Sienna nods, a smile playing on her lips as she takes a sip of her iced tea. She's feeling more relaxed than she has in a long time. "Yeah, they really did."
"You're gonna love the ones I took of you by the river. The light was perfect." Deyanira says, scrolling through the photos. "You look like a fucking goddess."
"Thanks, but I'm not so sure about that." Sienna blushes, looking down at her lap.
"Don't be modest. You're smokin' hot, Sienna." Deyanira winks at her. "I'd hit."
Sienna laughs, feeling a twinge of something she can't quite place. "Thanks, I guess."
Deyanira's eyes narrow playfully. "You guess? What's that supposed to mean?"
Sienna giggles, feeling a bit flustered. "It's just... I don't know. It's weird hearing you say that." She takes a deep breath, trying to push down the unexpected jumble of feelings that Deyanira's teasing words have stirred within her.
Deyanira, ever the prankster, sees an opening and takes it. With a playful smirk, she climbs onto the couch, straddling Sienna's lap. "Weird, huh?" She leans in, her breasts brushing against Sienna's chest, and whispers in her ear. "What if I showed you just how much I mean it?"
Sienna's heart skips a beat as she feels Deyanira's warmth pressing against her. She can't deny the sudden flare of excitement that shoots through her, but she's also aware of the delicate balance of their friendship. "Deyanira..." She starts, her voice trailing off.
Deyanira doesn't miss a beat, her hips gently rolling in a slow, seductive rhythm. "What, Sienna?" She asks, her voice a low purr, her eyes locked onto hers. "You don't want me to show you a good time?"
"We talked about this already. I'm not into—" Sienna tries to protest, but Deyanira's hands are already cupping her face, turning it so that their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. For a moment, Sienna's mind goes blank, the taste of mint from Deyanira's toothpaste and the feel of her tongue sending a shock of pleasure through her body. "Slayer—Fuck, Deyanira, you can't keep doing this."
Deyanira pulls back, a mischievous smile on her face. "Why not? You liked it, didn't you? You can't tell me you didn't feel that spark, Sienna."
"I told you, I'm invested in Joel—"
"Joel. Joel, Joel, Joel. It's always about Joel," Dey hisses as she practically throws herself back onto the couch. "I just want to have some fun with you. It's not like you and him are even dating."
