I'm twenty three and I'm going to a wedding. Georgia and Roxane's wedding. The two first girls I ever had sex with turned out to be lesbians. Actually, the truth was Roxane only ever had sex with me to get under Georgia's skin and to make her jealous. Their whole arch nemesis thing was just pent up sexual tension apparently.
I guess seventeen year old me would be kind of confused and hurt about the whole ordeal, but twenty-three years old me finds this very hot.
When I tell Claire about Roxane and Georgia she laughs so much that she wheezes, cries and falls off her chair.
She's my plus one at the wedding. Apparently, she wouldn't miss this for the world.
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The Claire Years
RomanceWestley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on. But she's also always been the girl he lov...