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CHAPTER 2

The girls were very close and grew even closer the older they got. Popular and admired, Claire and Candace Osorio hung together so tightly that nearly everyone thought they were twin sisters. Claire was the older by two years to the baby-faced Candace. Despite being in different classes, the girls were always seen together in school. Whether they were hanging in the halls or playing basketball, they were with each other constantly. They never seemed bored with each other’s company.

Not only were they the most athletic pair on the school’s varsity teams, but they were the tallest and the best players. From volleyball to basketball and baseball, it didn’t matter. The Osorio sisters were winners at their games.

Best friend and neighbor, Jacque was always with them. He was tall but lacked real athletic skills unless dancing fit the category. Jacque guided them and watched over them like a trained Chihuahua, with a loud bark that drew plenty attention. It was his way. Then they met Melanie, a Cuban girl. She was much older and experienced in every aspect of living. She quickly became the girls influence, especially Candace. Jacque was a member of the marching band and he was Cuban. Melanie was not athletic—simply beautiful, cunning, saucy and vivacious. From the very jump, everyone could tell she carried a Latina fire that burned anyone she didn’t like within her vicinity.

It was also known to everyone that she would go for whatever. Whether straight or bi, Melanie was down to do whatever it took to get her way. The first time Jacque encountered Melanie was a day never to be forgotten. She had her eyes on the athletically built sisters but it was clear, Jacque was smitten.

Melanie was walking with the sisters. Jacque saw them in their sexy outfits and walked over. The sisters always looked really good but Melanie was ravishing.

“Are you on detention, Jacque?” Candace asked.

“No, why…?”

“You don’t even come to school enough. And when you do come, you overstay your day? Oh, you’re trying to make up for lost time?” Candace cackled and Claire laughed.

“Everybody wants to be a comedian, huh?” Jacque deadpanned.

He turned to Melanie standing next to them. Jacque ogled every inch of her curves. When he was satisfied, he turned to Sean, nodding. They struck a high five and posed for a beat. Jacque turned to Melanie with his pearly whites on display.

“Hi, I’m Jacque. I know you’re Melanie. Fuck what they say about you, you’re beautiful, girl,” he announced in his most social voice.

“Are you trying to push-up on our friend?” Claire teased.

“Melanie, Jacque has never had a girlfriend and if you give him some he won’t know how to act…” Candace started as Jacque stare shot to the roof. Rolling his eyes, he stomped his Nike in the hall.

“Get out! You mean he’s a virgin?” Melanie shouted too loud. “Why don’t you give him some na-na?” she whispered to Candace.

“She can’t stand mustaches, especially down there…” Claire remarked. “And Jacque not only wears a mustache, but he has the whole goatee look going on,” Claire laughed.

“Too sensitive down there, huh…?” Melanie laughed.

The conversation brought nosy schoolmates. Jacque, his hands on his hips, stood glowering at the sisters and Melanie.

“It’s my pleasure to meet you too, bitches,” Jacque said after minutes of steaming.

“Boy, you better watch your mouth,” Melanie responded with a smile. “You behave and I might let you have some,” she laughed.

“See you later, lover. We’ll hangout later after practice. I’ll put in a word for you if you come to class,” Candace smiled.

“But Mimmy is expecting us to be home right after—” Sheryl started but Candace interrupted.

“We do what we wanna do Orphan Annie, and don’t you forget that!” Claire said.

“Candy, if you need someone else to go downtown, then I’ll shave for you, Candy baby,” Rick interjected.

“Hey dip-shit, her name isn’t Candy. So you can go ahead with all that yang, and count yourself out of the running to get anything from my sister. I’m the only one who calls her Candy. Understand stupid?” Claire said.

“We should be heading home now. Mimmy is expecting…”

“Stop worrying so much Orphan Annie. As far as Mimmy knows, we’ll be late cause we were at track practice,” Claire said.

“And you better not say anything else, or else,” Candace chimed in.

“Y’all got this orphan chica in check,” Melanie snickered.

They laughed and walked away. Jacque and Sean were left shaking their heads. When Jacque realized all eyes were on him, he smiled and waved. He and Sean watched their backfields in motion. The three girls sashayed out of view. Jacque smiled that day watching Candace pulling Melanie away. He secretly decided that Melanie would be the one he was going to lose his virginity to.

After their first encounter, Jacque treated Melanie really special and quickly became her best friend forever. Candace, who used to be his special interest, quickly became a past fling. She hadn’t lost in anything but realized that she was an also ran, his backup plan.

“Ooh whew!” he whistled as Sean, his male best friend, came running over to him.

“Jacque, what’s up, son?”

“This damn school still pissing me the fuck off…” Jacque said.

“You finished with detention?”

“I’m out here, right?”

“Claire and Candace are looking real good?”

“But did you see that Melanie Vasquez who was with them. She’s got a walk to make a gay man straight. She’s mine.”

“What about Candace?” Sean asked.

“Candace will always be my soul-mate,” Jacque laughed.

Over the next couple weeks, Candace watched in dismay as Claire went out of her way to hook up Jacque and Melanie. They made a bet that Jacque wanted to lose his virginity to Melanie instead of Candace. She didn’t believe he would, but went along with the program. Claire planned to set them up when they went to the annual school dance.

Jacque was always well dressed. Like a male model, his tall wispy but muscular frame was sporting a purple suit. He spent most of the night chatting and laughing with Melanie. Later on, he was seen leaving the party with the giggling Melanie on his arm. She took him to her place. He and Melanie were upstairs in her bedroom kissing when the phone rang. Melanie pulled away from his embrace to get the phone.

“Do you have to take that call?” he asked Melanie.

“Yes,” she laughed pulling her top off. “It’s for ya ass…”

Jacque looked at her strangely, and reluctantly took the phone.

“Yes…?”

“That’s it nigga, ya ain’t never getting any of this ass. Ya hear boy…”

The voice was loud and Jacque stared at the phone with surprise all over his face. It was Candace. He could hear Claire laughing in the background.

“You fucking fag! You better enjoy that Cuban pussy because you ain’t getting any of this, ever. You can ask your man, Sean, and he’ll tell you what it feels like to fuck Claire and Candace Osorio. Bye Jacque!”

He put the phone down and stared with the look of a lovelorn putz at the sexy Melanie and tried to smile. She let out a big laugh and pushed his face into the cleavage of her breast. Jacque drooled. Things happened fast and before he knew it, Jacque was putting on his jacket and being escorted out the door.

Waiting for him when he reached outside Melanie’s apartment were Candace, Claire and Sean. They were all smiles.