The heat inside Abigail's body was radiating strongly. She promised herself she wouldn't let her lust get in the way; she was with Avery, however that mantra was very difficult seeing the state she was held in. Isabel glanced at her mischievously, her hazel eyes twinkling in excitement. She had feelings for Avery now, strong feelings.

"I don't think we should do this." Abigail croaked out, her nervousness evident. Isabel let out a small laughter, her finger twirling around her brown, messy locks. Even with sweat glimmering on her skin, Isabel appeared as a Goddess.

"Jesus, alright then." Isabel shrugged and whipped out her phone without another care in the world. Here Abigail was, anxious to kiss whilst Isabel didn't pay any thought to it, instead Isabel started texting Nate, a smirk in place.

The truth was, Abigail was burning with refined jealousy. First Nate, now Chloe? How many people were going to kiss Isabel? And more importantly when was her turn going to come, her lips were like a drug and Abigail was addicted. This was the perfect opportunity, but Abigail knew she was going to get hurt after. Their first kiss didn't so well and maybe this one wasn't going to as well.

Abigail forced her thoughts onto Avery, his perfectly sculptured torso, consisting of abs that could go on for days. The small creases at the side of his cheek every time he dropped that dead-gorgeous smile. Let's not forget those arms- bulging every time he lifted something heavy, bringing attention onto themselves.

But then again...

Isabel was blessed with everything Avery wasn't, there was something about Isabel's touch that drove Abigail to insanity. Isabel was a seductress that Abigail didn't mind being seduced by. Abigail's knuckles were turning white from clenching her fists too hard. How can someone be this hot and cold? Her features chiseled into confused certainty, she wanted to kiss Avery, not Isabel-

Oh fuck it.

Abigail pounced onto Isabel, pushing her onto the metal pole. She cupped her face, not daring to look into her eyes but instead gaze at her lips. Isabel's eyes widened, after all Abigail was pinning Isabel with all her force.

"What the fuck-" Abigail did the unthinkable, she silenced Isabel with her lips. Placing them firmly against hers.

With eyes closed and determination in the pit of her stomach, Abigail moved her lips. The feeling...it was completely different than the first time they had kissed. She moved her lips sensually, slowly, taking in every area of her lips. She could feel Isabel's stiffness beneath her, she didn't care how rejected she felt. Abigail carried on moving her lips.

Abigail growled lowly, frustrated that Isabel wasn't responding. She placed her hands onto her waist, leisurely digging her fingernails in. Isabel elicited a small groan, Abigail smiling at her response. Abigail quickened her pace, her lips widening Isabel's entrance and slipping her tongue in.

Abigail's tongue swirled inside, massaging Isabel's with her own. Pulling their bodies closer, Abigail deepened the kiss, her mouth completely over-taking Isabel's. She moaned from Isabel's heavenly scent, tasting of strawberries and chocolate. Abigail was well aware that saliva coated around their rims, the kiss was getting sloppier by each passing second.

Abigail retrieved, skimming Isabel's lower lip with her tongue; taking a hold, she bit it gently, nibbling on her now bruised skin. Her eyes were hooded with desire, noticing Isabel's tanned complexion turn rosy. Isabel slid her hands along Abigail's arms, stopping at her shoulders and wrapping them around Abigail's neck.

Abigail's stomach squeezed at the small action. Their breaths were disorderly and warm, fanning each other's lips, increasing their temptation. Abigail's arms snaked around Isabel's waist as she dipped low, capturing Isabel's lips yet again. Her eyes squeezed shut, feeling Isabel's tongue play with her own. Isabel submerged her tongue in and out of Abigail's mouth, teasing her gradually.

She brought Abigail's tongue forward with hers and sucked it steadily. Abigail's eyes shot open, their orbs boring into each other's with greed. Abigail had lost it when Isabel shot a cheeky grin, all the while sucking passionately. Isabel's arm dropped down, grasping a hand-full of Abigail's butt.

Abigail yelped into the kiss, being pushed further into Isabel. If this was heaven, then Abigail had just experienced enlightenment. Isabel squeezed it tightly, the cheer uniform leaving very little space. Their thighs brushed teasingly, Isabel smothering her face in the crook of Abigail's neck.

Abigail kept her in place, stroking her hair with affection. "One of the best practices I've had in a long while." Isabel whispered near Abigail's ear, licking it slightly.

"One of the best?" Abigail frowned, regaining posture. "Exactly how many people have you practiced on?"

"Many. You were one of the best." Isabel winked but it just didn't do it for Abigail. She thought she was special for a moment there.

"Hmm?" Abigail let out questioningly. Isabel grabbed her jaw, lovingly.

"Okay, okay. You were the best." She winked again, chuckling and her grip becoming stiff.

"Uh thanks?" Abigail's confidence had floated away as she came in terms with what just had happened. She had made out with Isabel. Isabel. Isabel Dean.

"Was I better than Nate?" She joked, knowing the answer.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Ouch. Abigail scrunched her nose at her words. She nodded her head and stared at her awkwardly, the pink tint still present on her cheeks upon realizing they were dangerously close. "What now?"

"How about we seal the deal and have sex as well?" Abigail choked on the air, coughing she raised her brow in shock.

"Sarcasm. Ever heard of it?" Isabel deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

Abigail scoffed, she grabbed her body and went in for a hug. Isabel winced at the contact. "Did I do something wrong?"

"My piercings are still sore." Isabel mumbled against Abigail's cheek.

"What piercings?" Abigail asked, thinking it was another one of Isabel's many jokes.

"My nipple piercings." Isabel spoke expressionless, creating distance between the two. Abigail's mouth flung open.

"What?!"