Perfect Strangers

“Have you seen him naked yet?” Cass asked.

“Yes, I climbed in the shower with him, unintentionally, I may add, and then when he stormed out behind me he stood in front of me with his dick in my face, demanding a towel.”

“Holy shit. Is it big?” Cass inquired, excitedly.

“What sort of question is that? A dick is a dick, isn’t it?”

“Hell no, dicks come in all shapes and sizes, Myla. Look at your hand,” Avery ordered.

“Excuse me?”

“Look at your hand, now, from your wrist to the end of your middle finger, would you say it’s bigger or smaller than that distance?”

“Avery, that’s not how you scientifically measure a man’s penis,” she retorted as she honed in on the distance from her wrist to the end of her middle finger.

“Duh, I know that, but this Miss. Fox, is the way Cass and I measure a man’s todger.”

Shaking her head, she balled her fist in her hair and sighed, “Uhm …I don’t know, probably the same?” She offered.

“Is that limp?” Avery pressed causing Cass to chuckle.

“Yes! yes, that’s limp. What the fuck is this?”

“Holy cow, you’re in for a real treat, Myla,” Avery snickered.

“No! No, I’m not. I’m not going there with him, no matter what he says,” she retorted.

“Why, what has he said?” Cass and Avery both asked in a unison squeal that had Myla moving the cell from her ear momentarily before placing it back and swallowing hard.

“He said, that before we leave here and head home, he’s going to put me in such a state of euphoria that I won’t even remember my own name.”

“Shit, my panties are wet,” Cass gasped.

“Myla, that’s damned hot,” Avery added.

“He means it too. That’s my boy,” chimed in a deeper, gruffer voice, causing Myla’s eyes to widen and clutch her chest. She started panting, heavily.

Avery and Cass laughed like hyenas, further adding to Myla’s anxious mood. “Who …the …hell was …that?” Myla asked, her voice sounding strangulated.

“Oh, it’s Brody,” replied Cass matter-of-factly.

“Brody? As in Brody, Kai’s mate Brody?” Myla gasped. She felt her stomach fall into her bum.

“That’s the one,” she sang, and a round of kissing noises poured down the phone causing Myla to wince.

“Oh no, Cass, you’re sleeping with Brody?” Myla groaned in the vain hope this was a horrific nightmare that she would soon wake up from.

“We have been inseparable since you guys took off on your jollies. Anyway, we are here to talk about you and the panty wetter, not me.”

Myla grumbled lowly to herself and started pulling at the grass by her legs, she took some comfort in the fact she was imagining it was Cass’s hair she was ripping from her head.

“Myla, do you fancy him?” Avery asked suddenly serious.

“He’s good looking, I’m not going to lie and yes he has a very nice body, and when he kissed me ear–,”

“– you kissed him? Well that changes everything, Myla, how did you feel when you kissed him?” Cut in Cass.

“I felt like I was floating on a cloud, like it was just me and him in the room, and I didn’t want it to end, but hearing my sister shout out across the room and realizing that this is all for show, I don’t know, it brought me back down to earth with a crash.”