A little trick creates a big problem for brother

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A little trick creates a big problem for brother

“You sure you want to go home, Tammy?” Brenda glanced into the back seat while she waited at the red light. “It’s only ten, we could hit Dusk, lot of boys there on a Friday night.”

“No, I think I’m done,” Tammy replied. “I did a few shots and shared a fat as fuck blunt with Jill and her sister, I’ve had enough.”

“So, if Mitch’s parents hadn’t shown up unexpected, you were going to stop partying?” Donna asked from the passenger seat. “This is your first Friday night off in three months, and you said you don’t have to work until tomorrow night, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You’ve been bitching about how bad you need to get laid for the last month.” Brenda reminded her. “Before that party crashed you had more than one guy around you that would have been happy to help you out, but you said you wanted to come with us.”

“I don’t know them.”

“Since when are you such a dud? I’ve seen you get down and dirty with guys you just met.” Brenda looked to make sure no one had pulled up next to her, brought her pink and purple glass bowl to her lips and flicked her lighter, firing it up and inhaling deeply.

“That was before she met Rick and became a good girl,” Donna giggled while accepting the bowl and lighter from Brenda “Six months with just one dick, never thought I’d see the day.”

“Hey, I’m not a slut, you know,” Tammy said defensively.

The word had come out “shhlut” causing both her friends to laugh, and driving home the fact she didn’t need any more to drink.

“I didn’t say slut,” Brenda spoke while taking the right towards Tammy’s neighborhood. “But don’t act like you’ve never spread them after a party or after hitting the clubs.”

“I’m still in single digits you know,” Tammy said indignantly even as she reached for the bowl and lighter Donna had turned in her seat to hand to her. “Twenty and under ten guys makes me virgin material compared to half the girls at URI.”

“Under ten since we started college, what was the high school tally?” Brenda smirked at her in the rear view mirror.

“Single digits,” Tammy fired up the bowl and sucked the pungent smoke into her lungs.

“Single digits plus single digits equal double digits.” Donna laughed so hard she snorted, which caused her to laugh harder, and the other two girls to join in.

“Look how much fun we’re having!” Donna told her. “You’ve been working and hitting the books for three months after you caught Rick fucking that skank tutor of his. Come to the club, find a hot guy.” She giggled. “You can start another single digit list, the after you were a good woman for six months list.”

“You’re not telling me you wouldn’t have gone upstairs with someone.” Donna circled back to the original topic.

“Maybe, but it would be in a house full of people. I’m not going to a place I don’t know with a guy I don’t know.”

“You could have them take you back to your house, your folks are gone until Sunday, right?” Brenda was barely doing ten miles an hour, drifting down Tammy’s street as she tried to convince her to stay out with them.

“I could, but Jimmy’s home, and that would be weird.”

“Jimmy’s weird,” Donna reached into the back seat, but Tammy fired the bowl up once more before handing it back.

“He’s not, he’s just kind of nerdy and shy.”

“Really shy, kid’s still a virgin at 18,” Brenda whistled. “No wonder he’s weird, got all that tension in his balls.”

“Maybe you could help him with it,” Donna suggested. “He checks you out when we’re over. You could throw him a pity suck, I mean how long could it take?”

“Leave him alone, he’s a good kid.” Tammy defended her brother. “Just needs to meet the right girl.”

“Send him to comic con, lot of nerdy girls there,” Brenda quipped.

“Hey, I go to comic con!” Donna explaimed.

“Only so you can get guys to look at you in your slutty Poison Ivy costume.” Tammy laughed.

“Your point?” Donna snickered.

“Anyway, I’m in charge this weekend, so even if I got lucky at the party, I was still coming home by midnight. I’m not bringing a guy home.”

“Because Jimmy would rat you out?”

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