I grin. “Shut up,” I say. “I know what sex is. But this was… different. It was primal.”
She drops her clothes. “Tell me,” she says. “Everything. Spill it, sister.”
“Okay. So he calls me, right? I walk into the lobby. He’s upstairs,
just staring me down,” I begin.
“Creepy,” she says. “I like it.”
“It was weird at first. But there was something about it. It just felt…”
I pause, and she answers for me. “Creepy?”
“Hot,” I continue. “So, I let it go on a little longer. We talk some more, until he tells me to… oh, I don’t know if I should say anything.”
I look away, feeling totally embarrassed by myself. I exposed my pussy for this man. I could have gotten caught.
What kind of a person am I?
“Nope. Not going to happen. You will tell me everything,” she says.
I lean forward and whisper, “He told me to play with myself.”
“And you did?” she replies, eyes widening with excitement.
“Trust me, I’m as shocked as you.”
“And then what?” she asks.
“He asked me for my panties,” I tell her. “It wasn’t all me, though. I made him masturbate onto the carpet.”
He lips contort. Did I say too much? Probably. This is the type of thing a woman should keep to herself.
“Okay, I don’t believe a word of this now. He came on the carpet?” she asks.
“Right on the brand new carpet. When he protested, I demanded it,” I say.
“You bitch. You bad bitch!” she screams.
“Mommy, what’s a bitch?” Holly asks.
Dasha covers her mouth. “Nothing, sweetie. Go back to playing with Jeffrey.”
I sigh, blushing hard. Closing my eyes, I lean back in my chair and think of his masculine body, his hard cock that barely fit inside his palm.
Truth is, I want it…
“Well,” she says. “You’re in over your head. You’re screwed, in every way imaginable.”
Screwed? Yes. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
“I’ll be fine,” I reason with her.
“Babe, he has your panties. Ugh, he’s probably carrying them around and using them for his sick pleasure,” she says.
That’s exactly what I want him to do.
“Is it weird the thought of that turns me on?” I ask.