"Call Sara Lang." Bridgett said as she threw on a thin t shirt. Then bent down to get her shorts on as the phone rang.
"H'lo?" Bridget heard from the phone as Sara answered sleepily.
"Hey Sara. It's Bridgett..."
"Hey Bridge. What's up...my lord do you know what time it is? On a Saturday?"
"I'm sorry. Look I just got off the phone with Courtney. It's her birthday, you know."
"Uh huh. I'll call her in a second. You didn't call just for that, did you?"
"Nopers. See they're going to be at Carla's party tonight. She said he's picking her up. So without thinking I asked if she was going to let him pop her cherry."
"What? You have to start thinking before you talk, Bridge. Really." Bridge heard Sara say.
"I know. It just pops out. Anyway...she said she didn't know...And I think it's because she loves him. Like truly, hopelessly loves him."
Bridgett heard a loud springing sound from the phone, as though Sara jumped out of her bed. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way to Sharon's house. I have some things to get clear with her. Meet us there, if you can."
"Definitely! Operation Get'em Together goes to phase two! I'll see you there!" The call disconnected right there.
Bridgett smiled as she thought of the long term plan, Operation Make'em Happy, hinged on Operation Get'em Together. She couldn't wait to reveal the whole plan to her best friend. She left her room with a hop and a skip.
As she got out of the apartment building and to her car in the parking lot, a 2012 VW Jetta she remembered Sharon's tone of voice, Bridgett's pussy moistening at the tone she remembered, along with the squishing sounds she heard earlier. |