landing. She was wearing only a flimsy pair of pyjama shorts and the same skin-tight white T-shirt she’d worn to the party she’d crept out to last night. The bra she’d started out in had vanished somewhere along the way, probably mixed up in the sheets on Melody Gillman’s parents’ bed. She’d better remember to call Melody to ask her to check before it fell into the wrong hands.
‘So what happened to the smoothies?’ Georgia queried, blinking bleary-eyed from the guest bed as Annabelle let herself back into the room.
Raking her copious dark hair from her mascara-smeared face, Annabelle stood with her back to the door, one hand gripping the round brass knob, the other coming to rest across her ripe young breasts. Her bronze eyes were glittering, her plump, heart-shaped lips were curved in a wickedly satisfied smile.
Surfacing from a sleeping bag covered in discarded clothes, Catrina yawned and groaned. ‘Why are you looking like that?’ she said croakily. ‘God, my head hurts. Tell me, did I really do what I think I did last night? I’ve been lying here thinking about it …’ Her voice faded in a hangover cringe.
Annabelle arched her immaculately plucked eyebrows, turning herself, did she but know it, into a younger, slighter version of her mother. ‘Depends what you think you did,’ she replied, leaving the door and going to her dressing table which was a sweeping corner unit of drawers, cupboards and mirrors covered in make-up, hair paraphernalia, books, magazines, and enough junk jewellery to deck out a dozen fashion shoots.
‘Shit, will you look at the state of me,’ Georgie grumbled, checking herself out in a hand mirror.
‘Me too,’ Annabelle moaned, wincing at her reflection. ‘Just as well I didn’t run into the she-devil and Dr Freak while I was down there.’
‘Where are the smoothies?’ Georgie repeated, her throatraspingly dry. She swung her long legs off the bed and tried to stand up, but only got so far before staggering back and collapsing in a groaning, giggling heap.
‘You are so stoned,’ Annabelle informed her, starting to rub her face with a cleansing wipe.
‘Where’s my mobile?’ Catrina asked. ‘I’d better text my mother to let her know where I am, or she’ll end up doing something insane like calling the police, or ringing my dad to tell him she can’t cope any more. Stupid bag.’
‘So how did it go with Marty last night?’ Annabelle asked Georgia. ‘You were so wasted when you came back to the party I thought you were going to throw up.’
‘I think I did while we were outside,’ Georgia confessed. ‘I can’t really remember now. What about you?’
Annabelle grinned, and held up three fingers.
Georgia’s eyes rounded. ‘You’re kidding.’
‘What? What’s happened?’ Catrina wanted to know.
‘She had three last night,’ Georgia told her.
Catrina looked at Annabelle, dead impressed. The youngest was turning into the hottest. ‘Still haven’t broken the record,’ she said, referring to the target of four she’d set herself a few weeks ago ‘but still amazing. Who was it? I know one of them had to be Carl’s mate, what was his name again?’
‘Tom,’ Georgia provided.
‘That’s right. So was it really his first time?’
Annabelle nodded and carried on inspecting her reflection. ‘That’s why I said I’d do it,’ she reminded them. ‘He’s kind of cute and I was feeling generous, but I don’t think I’ll go there again. Carl was all bump and grind the way he usually is, but then someone else came in the room and started to join in. I can’t remember his name now… Jason, I think, or Justin. Actually, it might have been James. Anyway, I wasn’t going to let him, but then Carl said he was a good mate, so I thought, hell why not? I’ve never done three in the same night before, unlike some ,’ she added, eyeing Catrina. ‘Anyway, that’s nothing to what Melody did. Did you see her in the kitchen?’
‘Oh my God,
‘So what happened to the smoothies?’ Georgia queried, blinking bleary-eyed from the guest bed as Annabelle let herself back into the room.
Raking her copious dark hair from her mascara-smeared face, Annabelle stood with her back to the door, one hand gripping the round brass knob, the other coming to rest across her ripe young breasts. Her bronze eyes were glittering, her plump, heart-shaped lips were curved in a wickedly satisfied smile.
Surfacing from a sleeping bag covered in discarded clothes, Catrina yawned and groaned. ‘Why are you looking like that?’ she said croakily. ‘God, my head hurts. Tell me, did I really do what I think I did last night? I’ve been lying here thinking about it …’ Her voice faded in a hangover cringe.
Annabelle arched her immaculately plucked eyebrows, turning herself, did she but know it, into a younger, slighter version of her mother. ‘Depends what you think you did,’ she replied, leaving the door and going to her dressing table which was a sweeping corner unit of drawers, cupboards and mirrors covered in make-up, hair paraphernalia, books, magazines, and enough junk jewellery to deck out a dozen fashion shoots.
‘Shit, will you look at the state of me,’ Georgie grumbled, checking herself out in a hand mirror.
‘Me too,’ Annabelle moaned, wincing at her reflection. ‘Just as well I didn’t run into the she-devil and Dr Freak while I was down there.’
‘Where are the smoothies?’ Georgie repeated, her throatraspingly dry. She swung her long legs off the bed and tried to stand up, but only got so far before staggering back and collapsing in a groaning, giggling heap.
‘You are so stoned,’ Annabelle informed her, starting to rub her face with a cleansing wipe.
‘Where’s my mobile?’ Catrina asked. ‘I’d better text my mother to let her know where I am, or she’ll end up doing something insane like calling the police, or ringing my dad to tell him she can’t cope any more. Stupid bag.’
‘So how did it go with Marty last night?’ Annabelle asked Georgia. ‘You were so wasted when you came back to the party I thought you were going to throw up.’
‘I think I did while we were outside,’ Georgia confessed. ‘I can’t really remember now. What about you?’
Annabelle grinned, and held up three fingers.
Georgia’s eyes rounded. ‘You’re kidding.’
‘What? What’s happened?’ Catrina wanted to know.
‘She had three last night,’ Georgia told her.
Catrina looked at Annabelle, dead impressed. The youngest was turning into the hottest. ‘Still haven’t broken the record,’ she said, referring to the target of four she’d set herself a few weeks ago ‘but still amazing. Who was it? I know one of them had to be Carl’s mate, what was his name again?’
‘Tom,’ Georgia provided.
‘That’s right. So was it really his first time?’
Annabelle nodded and carried on inspecting her reflection. ‘That’s why I said I’d do it,’ she reminded them. ‘He’s kind of cute and I was feeling generous, but I don’t think I’ll go there again. Carl was all bump and grind the way he usually is, but then someone else came in the room and started to join in. I can’t remember his name now… Jason, I think, or Justin. Actually, it might have been James. Anyway, I wasn’t going to let him, but then Carl said he was a good mate, so I thought, hell why not? I’ve never done three in the same night before, unlike some ,’ she added, eyeing Catrina. ‘Anyway, that’s nothing to what Melody did. Did you see her in the kitchen?’
‘Oh my God,
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