Polly Prude and the Cheerleader

Things are getting complicated for Polly! She already has two lovers — her brother Ronnie and her boyfriend Neil. But now she is getting the hots for Ronnie's fiancee, a barely-legal teen with the body of a supermodel! Can she seduce sweet little Missy without anyone knowing?

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“So…” Polly prompted. “Why are you here?”

A deep breath. Missy's words came in a burst. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t give me that bull!” Missy flared. “You do. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me. You don’t think I notice the way you always find some excuse to not talk to me, to not sit close to me? Even the other night, when I showed you my engagement ring. You looked like someone had handed you a bowlful of slugs.”

Polly blinked. Was it really that obvious? Ronnie had hinted it was, true. And so had Neil a time or two. But… “Maybe we should sit down and talk about it.”

“And maybe we can cut the b.s. right now.” Melissa set her fists on her slim hips. “Hell, Polly. The way you treat Ronnie most of the time, you should be glad I’m marrying him.”

“And did you ask Ronnie about it?”

“Yeah.” An angry hand-flip. “He told me I should talk to you.”

Brave Sir Robin ran away. Bravely ran away, away. When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and gallantly he chickened out…

“What’s so funny?” Missy demanded. From her expression, she was about ten seconds away from a shrieking fit, or actually punching Polly in the throat.

Oh, hell. Let me handle this, you fool. You’ll only screw it up.

Candi Cane surged into the forefront of her mind. The horny, slutty alter-ego to Polly Prude.

Almost without volition, Polly’s bearing altered. Her back arched subtly, drawing attention to her chest, while one hip cocked to the side. Her lips parted slightly, and even her voice took on a lower, huskier pitch. “Ronnie couldn’t tell you. Because Ronnie didn’t know.”

Missy blinked, taken aback by this sudden change. “Didn’t know what?”

Polly stepped close. Too close. Missy made to draw away, but a hand on her hip stopped her. “Didn’t know,” Polly whispered, “that I was jealous. Didn’t know that I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen in my life.”