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"Hey, Ben. I just wanted to let you guys know I'm throwing a party tomorrow night. My parents are gonna be out of town for the weekend. It's a last-minute thing." Oh, okay," she smiled. "You inviting most of my girls?" Everyone knew Adrienne was referring to the cheerleading squads.Drew grinned. "Yeah. Wouldn't be a party without some of them. And Kenley insisted I had to get your permission."The gorgeous Cheer Captain chuckled at the mention of Drew's cheerleader girlfriend, who clearly idolized Adrienne. "Sure thing."Then the stunning blonde bombshell hooked her arm through mine. "Whaddaya say, Tiger? Got anything better to do on a Friday night?"I shook my head and turned to Drew. "Looks like we'll see you there."On Friday afternoon, I informed my parents I was going to a party at Drew Walker's place. Mom gave me the usual "limit your drinking and no drugs" speech. I nodded and then went to go dress.Just after dinner, Kady Jacobsen came by to pick up Brooke with Jennifer Vo in tow.. Tristan gasped, she might look strangely alien but her body was most definitely human. She pulled him towards her, tearing at his shirt. He responded to her urgency and passion. She pulled back, breathless, smiled, took his hand and lead him to the bedroom he had noticed through the open door on his left.Afterwards, she lay in his arms, her strange exotic scent filling his nostrils. Dappled early morning sunlight danced on her breast as she breathed. She roused, opened her eyes, and smiled. Her hand touched his cheek then she rolled away from him and sat up. She said something to him he did not understand, and smiled then swung her long legs round and stood. She dressed herself rather provocatively in front of him. Tristan was tempted to pull her back. He reached for her.Smiling, she skipped away from him and shook her head. "Later, I have to go now." She leant forward, kissed him quickly, twisted away from him laughing, and left.Tristan lay back down and stared at the ceiling. What.
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