Brody's worst sin was the craving she had for love. With Kelsey, it was a question that was never asked, because the answer was assumed. But with Lista, Brody felt she needed to show her – to pull it out of her chest, glowing and supreme, and hold it between them. And yet, Lista was after all, just another girl, like Brody herself. She did not belong on a pedestal, because nobody did. They got to talking, and Brody eventually did confide in her what had happened. Lista was, rather than being shocked, heavily intrigued. To her, Krinjec was like a mysterious being who commanded the forces of wealth and power. To Brody, he was a slob who liked his bagels with extra bacon, and a slice of cheese on what already had cream cheese before. Lista, on the other hand, confessed that she'd been playing coy – and she had, in fact, been living in Caybert's lap for three years. He'd done more than sext her, he just didn't want to say that the three times they did have actual sex, he'd miserably underperformed.
"He could barely last two minutes," she laughed. "It was like squirting a water gun. I'd be left wanting while he'd just go back to playing Lane-Rifters."
"That's why you went to Heydant."
Lista nodded. "Exactly. He was older, more responsible, and more mature. And he was stacked, fucking bricked, my guy. Absolutely rippled. My man was ARMY, right?"
Brody rolled her eyes. "I know. Actually, I was kind of jealous. I wanted him a little bit, myself. I sometimes wondered what would happen if we shared." What Brody didn't say was that she meant sharing Heydant – she was not, at the time, the type to consider sharing Lista. But Kelsey had shown her that was nothing to be afraid of, provided the situation could be managed. Brody also didn't say that she was monstrously horny at the thought of it.
"Really?" posed Lista, eyes sparkling.
"Caybert, on the other hand, I didn't even find attractive. I just don't like his voice. But Heydant, I was like... 'what a douche! What an asshole! I bet he treats her like shit and all he does is fuck and drink beer!'" Brody was relieved to be able to voice her concerns, noting that Lista wasn't offended in the slightest.
In fact, she was agreeing. "You're not wrong, that is all he does. It's just that, that was all I wanted from him. I didn't need him to do anything more."
"I guess. And honestly, I think I'm kind of a douche, too, sometimes. I just felt disadvantaged in a douche-measuring contest." And because she, at the time, had been a social reject. But now, Caybert and Heydant were gone – moved upstate together, never to be seen nor heard from again – except on Caybert's VR porn chat. Which Lista no longer attended. She did, however, lament their absence. "I miss those guys, both of them. They were good to me," she sighed. "I could use a slam in the back."
Brody's ears perked up. "This might sound forward, but I believe..."
Lista smiled, with a blush. "...that you could help me with that?"
Brody put her hands behind her head, sure to show off her clean pits and the bra under her shirt. "If you'd like."

Brody and Lista went into the bathroom together, and on their way inside a stall, starting pulling each other's shirts off. Lista stroked Brody's cock, but Brody's heart ached. She wanted to be with Lista as more than just a hook-up. As Lista sucked her dick, Brody put her hand on Lista's head, and stroked her hair softly. She could see the brown roots, where her dye was growing out. Brody's, on the other hand, was already blonde at the tips, and brown all before them.
"You alright, dude?" she asked, a bit perturbed at the sudden intimacy.
Brody blinked. "Yeah, of course. Can you, uh, sit on my lap?"
Lista obliged, and Brody held her close with a hug as she rode in her lap. Resting her head on Lista's back, as it moved up and down. Feeling so, so warm in the heart, like she could burst. And then, Brody started crying, as silently as she could. But Lista didn't notice. The sounds in the bathroom echoed, as she moaned and yelped, and Brody held her breath with her hand to prevent them from being joined with her sobs. Brody wiped her tears away before Lista could turn around, and gave her the most miserable, sappy fuck she'd ever given in her life. Lista was drenched in love, in care, in emotion; and it rolled off like rain. She took none in. Then, at once, she noticed.
"Are you, um... are you... do you feel...?" she tried to ask, stumbling around the question of love.
Brody laughed, softly. "Yes, I feel."
"Do you want me to stop?"
Brody looked into her eyes. "No, I want this, instead." She'd read many a hentai where people fucked sloppy in bathroom stalls, but none where love blossomed in one. She hoped to God this would be the case. Brody leaned in to kiss her, as deeply as she could, And hugged her tight. And stopped fucking.
They parted, and Lista laughed softly back. "You kiss like my other ex. She was sappy, too. Better than my dad, though. He never figured out how to use his tongue."
Brody, in shock, couldn't help but become stone-cold hysterical. 'Is this what the world is? Seriously?!' Without moving a muscle, she had flipped her entire shit, and flew so far from the handle she no longer remembered why she was cranking it. And then crank she did.
Brody grew angry, and said, "I'll make you forget you ever knew him."
She kissed Lista again, and bit her tongue. Lista's face was surprise when Brody pulled her down by force, and tried to fuck some anger inside of her. Brody used Lista like a toy, and Lista loved it.
"O-oh-oh, fuck yeah! That's the stuff, man! Holy shit! I should have jumped you YEARS ago!"
She moaned and pleaded for more, and Brody stood her up against the wall to cram her into the corner, pressing her face into the metal. She thrusted from behind like Lista had done her wrong, and Lista squirted ten minutes before Brody finally grew tired. It had been a good half hour since they'd entered the room, and Lista could barely walk by the time they were done. Just as Lista was letting out a helpless final groan, a child walked in from outside, and took the stall next to them. She must have been only eight years old. Brody was all-too conscious of it, and wanted to stop – but Lista kept going, and noticed that Brody hadn't yet climaxed. Lista blew her the rest of the way, until Brody had no choice but to explode. Brody came not as her dick was in Lista's mouth, but as she was licking the shaft. It wasn't just gratuitous, it was explosive. It squirted onto Brody's shirt, along the wall of the stall, and into Lista's face and hair.
"Oh, FUCK!" Lista hissed. "I still have work, DAMN it!!"
Brody quick-inhaled through her teeth, and got some toilet paper to clean it up. She considered licking it up, which she'd done before, but the mood was past. Lista was freaked out. By the time she was all cleaned up, the magic was gone. Lista was angry, embarrassed, and refused to look Brody in the eyes.
Brody asked, "Are you okay?"
Lista said, with some smug, "Yeah, stupid, I'm fine. I've been fucked by forty-year-old strangers on the subway, I can handle myself. I just hold it in and clean my cooch out and change my panties when I get home. Now I just... stink, for the rest of my shift. I still have five more hours to go."
Brody frowned. "Strangers? You're fifteen."
Lista laughed. "Yeah, strangers. Like you, sometimes. Honestly, it's the same feeling." And then she left, to get some perfume from her purse.
Brody stood there, in awe at her callousness. The little girl waddled out of her stall to wash her hands, and watched Brody try to wipe up the jizz from her black tank top, which only left white tissue pills and a big grey splotch.
The girl said, "I know what that is. Were you two making a baby?"
Brody grinned, with stress. "No, we were just... having some fun. Adult fun. Except I... wasn't treating it like a game, and she was. I didn't realize what the, um... rules were."
"I don't wanna play that game, yet," she said, in that droning whine that children often had. "It smells weird." Then she left.
Brody nodded, and sighed. "Yeah, it still does."

Brody went home, and told Kelsey what had happened. She confessed that she'd been an idiot to Lista for two years, but she never imagined Lista could care so little about everything. What she mistook for forgiveness was actually an utter lack of fucks to give, except fucking itself.
Kelsey shrugged. "I dunno, man. Everyone's different. She's fifteen and she's getting fucked by old men on the subway, though, that's whore shit. I don't think I could."
"You think she said that just to mess with me?" Brody asked, hopeful.
Kelsey side-eyed him. "...noooo. No, Brody, she said that because she's a perv. You have to let go of the idea that everyone you have these... pure feelings for... is actually pure themselves. Sometimes we need help, living up to what others think of us."
Those words were the only comfort Brody had. "You're right," she replied. "I still have those feelings, and I can just share them with you, instead."
"Uhh... if you have to," said Kelsey, uneasy.
Brody approached her with a hug, and a menacing look in her eye. "I'm coming to get you."
Brody tackled Kelsey to the bed, and hugged her tight. Kelsey struggled, and pounded on Brody's back, but Brody didn't let go. Brody tried to give Kelsey what she felt for Lista – that longing, that need to embrace, that miserable hope. But it didn't work. Brody had the feelings for Kelsey that she had for Kelsey, and the feelings for Lista that she had for Lista. They weren't transferrable – they weren't currency. And then Brody cried again.
Kelsey sat up from under her, rubbed her hair, and told her, "That's okay. We can make our own feelings. Our own intimacy. I'm tired of fucking the neighborhood together, anyway. Maybe it's time we calmed down for a bit."
Brody smiled, and rested her head in Kelsey's lap. Then Brody's eyes opened wide. "Actually, we have to go fuck Himiko and her dad next Saturday."
Kelsey looked up in thought, and grinned. "Oohh yeaaah! That's right. We can start after that."
"It's on my calendar," Brody groaned.