After dinner we headed back to Sam's house, his hand holding mind protectively as we approached his front door and saw Kristen, dressed in a skirt the size of some of my belts and a pastel pink boob tube. Her knee high black boots just finish off the slutwear perfectly. Her make-up was so heavy that she could have scraped some off to reuse tomorrow. She eyed me like a shark ready to attack when she took in the sight of my hand in Sam's.
"What are you doing here?" Sam groaned, she's blocking the door so we can't get inside, we're stuck.
"You weren't at the dance and I really wanted to see my Sammy bear, " she coos. I cringe at her nickname for Sam, although it is super cute, coming from her, it's anything but.
"I'm not yours, though, remember, we went through this, I'm not interested," h
