not my type

She hated her.

She absolutely whole-heartedly without any trace of a doubt hated her fucking guts. She was childish, immature, juvenile, had a ridiculous sense of style she'd often, and naively so, refer to as "swag", and they had little to nothing in common.

But she just couldn't let go of the best orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life. I mean, they weren't even dating - heck, she barely knew the girl! Nobody has to know, right?

...I mean, right?