Free Little Conversations by Sibylla Matilde

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for her tastes.  Amy tended to go for the GQ-smoothie-type though, while Devin
seemed a bit more into the rugged type.  And Joanie?  Joanie liked all types. 
    With an exceptionally large hit, Amy bounced up, cracking
her head on the door jam.  “Holy fuck, Joanie,” Amy moaned.  “Slow down.”
    “Sorry, Amy,” Joanie said.  “Bad shocks.  Jeez, what the
heck are they doing clear out here, anyway?”
    “We used to come out here to drink before we were, well, old
enough to drink,” Matt explained.  “It’s far enough out of town that the cops
never patrol.  The other guys like to come back here once or twice a summer,
for old time’s sake.  I haven’t been up here since high school, though.”
    Amy saw another large rut in the road and braced her hand
against the door to keep from flying around.  “Oomph!  Holy heck!”
    Devin looked straight ahead, doing everything in her power
to not become carsick, quite a feat the way Joanie was driving.  Suddenly she
saw it, a glimmer through the trees—a bonfire.
    “Joanie, look!” she pointed off to the side of the road.  “There
they are!”
    “Thank goodness!  I was starting to think we’d never find
them.  Jeez, Matt, remind me never to rely on you for directions again,”
Joanie grumbled.
    Matt began to defend himself.  “What?  It’s been a while!  I
haven’t been out here in five or six years!”
    “Yeah, I suppose.  Plus it’s kinda hard to see any landmarks
or where we’re going when you’ve got your tongue shoved down Amy’s throat,” Joanie
laughed.
    Joanie pulled the truck off of the main road, guiding it along
the narrow tire tracks towards the fire.  Parking next to Joe’s truck, the crew
piled out.
    The crowd around the fire mostly consisted of the usual
suspects.  Ronin, Shane, Joe, and a couple others that Devin had seen at Ronin’s
house parties.  Of course, there were a few skanky party bitches, one of them
who appeared to be trying to wrap her boobs around Ronin’s arm. She kept
whispering to him, caressing his muscled forearm, gazing up at him through her
lashes.  Ronin seemed to be leaning slightly away from her with a grimace on
his face.  Devin instantly didn’t like this girl, but did her best to ignore
them as she sipped her beer and laughed, maybe a bit forced, at Joe’s story.
    “I couldn’t believe it,” Joe was saying.  “What the fuck did
he expect when he literally met the girl in his bed!  He kept telling me over
and over how amazing she was.  How deep and thoughtful and sweet.  And I kept
telling him she was bad news.  But she must have had a pussy made of gold
because damn Shane just had to follow his dick.”
    “Fuck off, Joe,” Shane muttered. 
    But Joe continued as though Shane hadn’t spoken.  “Needless
to say, she wasn’t exactly faithful to him.  We can’t all be Casanovas and lure
pussy from miles around like Ronin here.”
    Unwillingly, Devin’s eyes migrated back to Ronin, who looked
rather uncomfortable with Barbie-girl plastered against his side.  Whether if
it was from Joe’s comments or Miss Bimbo attached to him, Devin wasn’t sure,
but she didn’t really want to analyze it while the leggy, trampy thing started
smoothing her well-manicured fingers up his shoulders.
    “Joanie, hold my beer.  I’ve gotta tinkle.” Devin whispered
and handed Joanie her drink.  She crept unobtrusively away from the fire into
the dark woods.
    The night was cool after the hot day, the thin mountain air was
clear and fresh.  Devin picked her way through the underbrush and pines as the
forest began to swallow her, muting the boisterous conversation from the bonfire. 
As she walked into a clearing in the old growth, she looked up to see the stars
gloriously twinkling down.  Stars always seemed so much brighter away from the bright
street lights.   The Milky Way flowed across the expanse of heavens above her,
almost magical looking as it misted its way through the