*Sophie plans a surprise for her boyfriend, Greg. It doesn’t go according to plan…but it works out better for her!*
*Shoutout to* /u/throwawaypam1 *for giving me the prompt that led to this!*
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“Call,” Greg said, tossing his chips into the middle of the beat-up, hand-me-down table.
Sophie frowned. Her boyfriend was a terrible bluffer, but she believed he was holding a decent hand. He just kept getting lucky tonight.
“Raise,” Emily smiled, cheerfully tossing in another ten buck chip. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped out of nowhere one summer and packs of drooling boys had started worshiping the ground she flounced across. Still, she was a sweetheart.
Sophie had been a later bloomer, but she teased Em that she’d won in the end. Emily’s more-than-ample, ivory-white cleavage could stun a man at twenty paces, sure, but Sophie could let her brunette tresses drape across the cinnamon cannons she eventually grew and flatten a whole platoon. It had just taken her until senior year to get the artillery up and running, that’s all. She was the more athletic of the pair, to boot, though Emily had the supermodel legs-for-miles physique going for her. They joked about who would break more hearts, now that the pair of them were off to college.