Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)To a passerby Gina, Lisa, and Cora would not look like friends. They were as physically different as a cat was from a dog, and yet they spent most of their time together. They'd gone to middle and high school together, each developing their own personal style and yet their friendship remained steadfast, if not better. They all went to different colleges now, but had met up to go on a ski trip to Prague. Lisa had brought her boyfriend along, who in turn had asked two of his friends to come as well.
Gina had been a cheerleader in high school and now was captain of the squad in college. She had platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and milky skin. She'd considered breast implants more than once, but for now she figured her C-cup breasts suited her well. Gina wouldn't be caught dead in anything that wasn't posh. She was exclusive to Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, American Eagle, and the like. Her bags were always designer, her make-up always flawless. And yet, Gina wasn't a classic bitch -- she just looked like one.
Lisa's style had changed over the years dramatically. She'd started out like Gina, but soon turned into an artist. She'd dyed her hair a million colors, but had settled on a bright blue. She said that her body was her best canvas, so why not experiment with it? She had a couple of tattooes and some minor piercings, but she hadn't gone too dramatic with anything. Her hair was short and spiky, she wore jeans most of the time with a band tee, and always had some kind of funky scarf on. Her had dark brown eyes, which everyone thought was strange considering her pale skin.
Cora had the girliest name and the girliest mother, but Cora herself was as far from being a girl as she could physically get. She had short almost Military-like hair and had never dyed it: it was the same drab brown it'd always been. She had pretty green eyes but she did her best not to accent them in any way, lest she get attention for them. She was taller than her two friends, standing at almost six feet. She'd been a basketball player in high school, she was an avid sports fan. Most people thought she was a lesbian just because of the way she dressed, but she wasn't. She loved guys in fact, she just didn't know how to express herself to them.
The three girls had just stepped off of their plane and had run down to baggage to get their things. Gina, of course, had brought the most crap with her, much to the dismay of her friends. "What?" she'd asked them, "I gotta look nice! And it's cold here. What do you expect me to do, run around naked?" to which they'd all giggled. Lisa looked around, "Where're the boys?" she frowned, they'd probably gotten lost because they wouldn't read the directional signs.
Gina had been a cheerleader in high school and now was captain of the squad in college. She had platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and milky skin. She'd considered breast implants more than once, but for now she figured her C-cup breasts suited her well. Gina wouldn't be caught dead in anything that wasn't posh. She was exclusive to Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, American Eagle, and the like. Her bags were always designer, her make-up always flawless. And yet, Gina wasn't a classic bitch -- she just looked like one.
Lisa's style had changed over the years dramatically. She'd started out like Gina, but soon turned into an artist. She'd dyed her hair a million colors, but had settled on a bright blue. She said that her body was her best canvas, so why not experiment with it? She had a couple of tattooes and some minor piercings, but she hadn't gone too dramatic with anything. Her hair was short and spiky, she wore jeans most of the time with a band tee, and always had some kind of funky scarf on. Her had dark brown eyes, which everyone thought was strange considering her pale skin.
Cora had the girliest name and the girliest mother, but Cora herself was as far from being a girl as she could physically get. She had short almost Military-like hair and had never dyed it: it was the same drab brown it'd always been. She had pretty green eyes but she did her best not to accent them in any way, lest she get attention for them. She was taller than her two friends, standing at almost six feet. She'd been a basketball player in high school, she was an avid sports fan. Most people thought she was a lesbian just because of the way she dressed, but she wasn't. She loved guys in fact, she just didn't know how to express herself to them.
The three girls had just stepped off of their plane and had run down to baggage to get their things. Gina, of course, had brought the most crap with her, much to the dismay of her friends. "What?" she'd asked them, "I gotta look nice! And it's cold here. What do you expect me to do, run around naked?" to which they'd all giggled. Lisa looked around, "Where're the boys?" she frowned, they'd probably gotten lost because they wouldn't read the directional signs.
