GIRL ADDICTION

Chapter 13: Heather to the Rescue

"Chrissie...Sion....Marl...Lee...oh Lee was a good one, lasted a week really" Trix said as she painted her toe nails. The red paint blushed her perfectly manicured feet and she grinned as they shined in the morning sunlight that streamed through her window.

"So why did you just call up Chrissie like that? You clearly don't have favorites, doing four people in a week" Heath said as she stretched herself out on Trix's couch, getting comfy after a wonderful morning of manicure and pedicure, then painting her nails black.

"Standard procedure~ plus, sometimes I giggle to myself and wonder how their partners must feel, hearing that first thing in the morning" Trix winked as she painted the last toenail with a flourish.

"Trix...you wicked, wicked girl..." Heath said as she sat up, her agile dancer's body coiling an uncoiling as she changed her position to lie tummy-flat on Trix's couch.

Trix looked up and smiled. The sunlight glinted off her long dyed blond hair, which fell around her shoulders in a river that ends in shocking blue. Her eyes were contact-lens green and her ears were full of cake-and-confectionary-inspired ear studs. Slender figured with D-cup breasts, she knew she looked hot and loved to flaunt it.

Heath was like Trix's exact shadow. She was a head shorter than Trix and dressed entirely in black. At the moment that meant black leotards and a loose black top. Her hair was dark brown, her fringe cut to the side, so that it covered half of her right eye, and she tied up the resting a loose ponytail. She hated the cut and tended to pin her fringe back, so at the moment it was sporting two hair pins.

Trix leaned over and kissed Heath on the nose.

"You know I love you...right?" She said " you know I only do them for the sex"

"Yes, of course, we're fucking star-crossed lovers, and you so happen to have trouble getting to terms with that, so you've decided to fuck everyone, just to make sure I'm really THE ONE. Brilliant." Heather said and rolled her eyes

Trix gazed at Heather. Her eyes stopped looking so cheerful for a moment. It was as though a black cloud had passed over them. Then she sat back and looked away, her eyes squinting out into the light.

"You are lucky, that my nails aren't dry,'" Trix replied and continued painting her nails.

"Whatcha going to do to me? Kiss me? Molest me? Take advantage of me?" Heath laughed, rolling off the couch to, in a split second, land on her feet, and easily breeze over to Trix's side.

"Don't tempt me. I might be a femme on the surface...but -" Trix huffed and tried to ignore the shockingly appealing figure that planted itself on her lap. Wait. How was she going to finish painting her nails like this?

"Get off!" Trix snapped and tried to push Heather away.

"Awe~ that's the bane of your existence isn't it?" Heather said as she easily pinned both of Trix's wrists to the back of the chair "no matter how much extra male testosterone you were born with, I'm still stronger than you"

Trix looked at Heather hard through her bangs, then sighed and looked away, playing her *I don't give a fuck* act.

Heather began to move sexily on Trix's lap, side to side, smirking as she watched Trix bite her lip.

"Too bad I've still got a boy's body, isn't it. Too bad you ain't attracted to me, isn't it" Heather grinned as Trix's eyes fluttered, then shot open, a look of absolute non-interest on her face.

Heather kept the smile on but internally, she thought it was too bad...for herself.

"Look. I'm a girl too you know, what's the big deal. Why can't you fuck me too?" Heather pouted, releasing Trix's wrists.

"Because. No. Just no. K?" Trix snapped and pushed Heather off " It's just not like that between us. Besides, I'd just laugh throughout the whole deal" Trix grinned and finished her last few toes.

A look passed across Heather's face but whatever it was, she kept it to herself.

" You know Leslie gave me a blow job the other day and my god the suction wa-"

" HEATHER~!!! TMI! seriously.." Trix exclaimed in horror and Heather burst out laughing.

" What's wrong with being a little bisexual?" Heather grinned, twirling a brown lock of hair.

Trix looked up and contemplated Heather. She'd never admit it to her, but Trix felt more aroused just by Heather sitting on her than she ever had sex with anyone, and right now, Heather's habit of twirling her hair gave her such a demure appearance, Trix just wanted to eat her alive. Secretly Trix feared that if Heather and her were to do it, she'd turn into a possessive freak and try to collar and cage her, and make sure she never ever got away, which was why she flat out refused all of Heather's advances. It was for Heather's sake, not her own. Trix knew her love was lethal, and she didn't want to loose Heather as a friend.

"So then...are you listening to me?" Heather asked, frowning.

Trix glanced up at the time and groaned. She was so glad she used fast drying nail polish and got off the couch.

She leaned down and took Heather's face in one hand, leaned in and stole a long, tender kiss. This was all she was allowing herself. She was taking advantage of the moment, to enjoy what she knew she couldn't have.

She pulled back and grinned, watching Heather's half-closed eyes and parted lips and smiled.

"Betcha didn't see that coming" Trix grinned a released Heather, sauntering off " That's all the sex u r gettin' from me~! Savour it~!" Trix laughed and headed over to her bedroom.

While Trix was in the bathroom, her phone began to ring. Heather looked at it. the phone number bleeping was highlighted "Chris". Curious, she picked it up.

"Hello?" Heather said, then gasp.