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wet sound of flesh on flesh that signaled someone was making out under the

stands where they couldn’t be seen. It was a popular place to go and suck

face, especially for kids who couldn’t do that at home or didn’t want to do

that at home. It beat the cramped backseat of a car, at least so people said.

Arabella had never tried it. She was actually grossed out at the way most

people in the school were so open with their displays of affection. No, not

affection. They were teenagers. There wasn’t much affection in the

desperate groping, the hot for each other handling, or the possessive grasp

the guys placed on their girlfriends to show they were their property. The

whole thing grossed Arabella out. There wasn’t anything special in it.

Maybe she was doing it wrong, because she just didn’t get it. Disgust

soured her stomach when she thought about having to go all the way with

Joe. He’d been pushing her for it for months now. She was barely able to

put him off. Soon, he wasn’t going to be satisfied with sucking her face or

groping her breasts or the things she did to him with her hands. She’d used

the whole bad time of the month excuse far too many times and it was

starting to be not so believable.

Arabella tried to pretend she didn’t hear the soft, feminine moans coming

from the spot to her left. At least she thought it was coming from the spot to

her left, but the wind must have played tricks, because she turned right to

avoid getting any eyeful of things that were private, things she didn’t want

to see anyway, and all of a sudden, there they were. The bleachers gave way

at the tall point to reveal two shapes. Those soft moans weren’t coming

from one girl, Arabella realized, but from two.

Sarah Walker, classic nerd, straight A student. That was a big surprise in

itself, but the bigger surprise? The girl tangled up with her, twisted together

so vibrantly and recklessly that they weren’t even wearing jackets or

sweaters anymore, but were stripped down to their tank tops, was June

Erickson. She had her denim clad leg thrust between Sarah’s.

Shock rippled through Arabella, and she tried to walk quietly away so