Free Fearless Curves by D. H. Cameron

turning into a seriously wild bitch and I kind of liked it.
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    It was noon when I finally dragged myself out of bed Sunday morning. What a night. Two crazy nights in a row had me wondering what had gotten into me. The wet t-shirt contest was just the beginning but it was definitely the craziest part of night, or was it? I suddenly remembered what happened at Trudy’s house after we blew half the five hundred dollars buying drinks for cute guys as well as ourselves.
    An hour or so after I’d won, we left the club and hit a gay bar. That was fun but uneventful for the most part. All I could think about was I’d never discovered two good-looking guys kissing could be so arousing. Then it was off to Trudy’s house where she broke out the coconut rum and some pot. Yeah, I remembered now. Did I really smoke weed?
    “Come on, Brandy. It’s harmless,” Trudy prodded me after she produced a bag of gray-green leaves and a pipe.
    “I can’t do that? Go ahead,” I told her but Sarah wasn’t going to let it lie.
    “Brandy, live a little,” she said and then Trudy handed Sarah the pipe and she lit it up and took hit. Sarah held it in and then exhaled a puff of bluish smoke. “Oh, yeah!” she said, apparently enjoying the feeling it produced and handed the pipe and lighter to me.
    “Don’t you two work for the school district?” I asked.
    “I work there, but I’m not their property. Besides, the union negotiated random drug testing out of our contract,” Sarah said. I guess that made sense. Like Trudy said, just because she was a school teacher didn’t mean she had to be innocent and chaste.
    “Yeah, what I do after hours is my business,” Trudy added. I looked at them both and snatched the pipe from Sarah. I did as she had and ended up hacking up a lung as I inhaled. Sarah and Trudy laughed but I tried again and the second time it was easier. I coughed a bit but managed to hold the pungent smoke in my lungs. “Good shit,” I managed to say and then we all laughed hysterically. Things deteriorated quickly from there.
    It was all a bit fuzzy but I seemed to remember that Sarah ended up without her dress at one point and then I remembered Trudy gave her a hand job. My Lord! It all came back to me. Sarah was hung, not like Jack but for a guy who wears dresses, she was bigger than I’d imagined. I remember hitting the pipe pretty hard as Trudy stroked Sarah to a messy orgasm and feeling a bit wicked watching it all like some dude in a trench coat at the peep shows near Vic’s office. We all giggled when Sarah climaxed, oh hell, we giggled at everything last night.
    What had gotten into me? I’d never done as much crazy shit as I’d done in the last forty-eight hours in my entire life much less all of it in one weekend. As I made coffee and tried to assimilate my memories, I wondered why suddenly, I was so adventurous. Maybe that’s how it happened. One day the good girl lost her mind and over compensated for years of repression. But that didn’t sound right. No, I knew what it was.
    This all started when I met Jack. He’d talked me into going out and in retrospect I wasn’t sure why I did it. I wasn’t sure why I did any of it. Did Trudy’s pep talk during our hike provide the spark? No, because I went with Jack to Hogs and Heifers before that. I submitted to his advances and slept with him before I’d even thought to call Trudy. In fact, that was why I called her.
    No, it was Jack. Trudy’s advice helped me see that but it was the night with her and Sarah that now made it all clear. I’d even said it to Jack. He made me want to be bad. He told me he’d bring out the bad girl and he did on Friday night and despite my reaction on Saturday morning, the bad girl was loose. Pandora’s Box had been opened and I couldn’t close it again. That was my theory anyway.
    Maybe it wasn’t all that complicated or