Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

spilling over the rim of her cup. I reach out to grab her, Callum’s hands
falling away, and I break into a smile as I steady her. She looks like she’s
having fun. More fun than I’ve seen her have in a long time.
She shoves the drink in my hand and wraps her arms around me. “I love
you!”
I shake with a laugh. “I’ll bet you even love Amy right now, don’t you?”
“Huh?” she shouts over the music.
Whatever. “Nothing!” I shout, drinking down a couple gulps of her beer
as “Fuqboi” comes over the speakers.
Krisjen gasps, excited, and starts bouncing, because right now she loves
this song, too. Belting out the lyrics, she takes my hand as I turn, tossing the
cup into the trash, and she pulls me to the center of the room, everyone
dancing around us. The chorus starts, Callum is forgotten, and Krisjen grabs
hold of me, her arms hanging over my shoulders as she starts to dance. She
rolls her hips, slow at first and then faster, and I only hesitate a moment,
thankful that someone saved me from him. Even though I think it was
working at making Liv jealous.
I join in, both of us swaying and dancing, smiling and laughing as the
music belts out, filling up the room. We move into each other, and I can only
imagine Callum is somewhere off to the side, enjoying the view. Krisjen puts
her hands on my waist, the lyrics making us laugh, but she sings with it,
almost shouting in anger.
She rocks her arms behind her, back and forth, and I don’t know if it’s
intentional, but she brushes up on me. Again and again, her chest meets mine.
I let my eyes fall, her breasts like half peaches, poking through her thin top.
The dark outline of her small nipples shows through as her hair brushes my
lips.
I dart my eyes to Liv.
Her thumb has stopped grinding.
She doesn’t move.
She sits there, and I grab onto Krisjen, our legs threaded as we dance. The
heat of Liv’s eyes travels over the band of bare skin between my tank top and
skirt, watching me move, and maybe she’s remembering exactly what I feel
like under these clothes.
And that maybe Callum isn’t a threat. Another girl will eventually want
me.
But when I look back, Liv is gone. Krisjen moves into me as sweat