Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Grown on me—an understatement if there ever was one.
“And you’re just friends?”
“I mean…yes?”
“Why the question mark at the end?” Renee leans in. “Do you like him?”
“I might?”
“Does he like you?”
He likes my body, I can’t stop myself from thinking.
“Shit—he sees you! Act natural.” Miranda nudges me in the ribcage. “Don’t look at him!”
I look.
She clocks me again. “I said don’t look at him.”
“Why? Why can’t I look?”
“Guy 101, that’s why! If he sees you watching, he’s going to think you don’t have a life and you just came here to see him.”
That makes no sense.
None.
At all.
“But I am watching. That is exactly why I’m here—to see him.” I sound like I’m defending myself, but there’s laughter in my voice.
I’m having fun with these two—more fun than I’ve had with Mariah in a long, long time.
“Miranda, give her a break.” Renee giggles. “Okay, he’s not looking over here anymore. You can relax.”
Like that’s going to happen. “Can I watch him once the game starts?”
“It’s called a match, and yes, you can watch him once it starts, which is in”—she checks her phone—“less than ten minutes. They usually try to start on time.”
“I hope they call it early—I’m freezing, and Thomas is taking me to dinner.”
“Speaking of freezing,” I carefully start. “I was, um, at Kip’s last night, and he had no heat. It was awful.”
I’m desperate to discuss what happened with someone who isn’t going to have an angle, like Mariah, who would pump me for information about Kip—not for me, but for herself.
I’ve realized over the past few weekends that she doesn’t have my best interests at heart, not like a best friend should, and it’s probably time to distance myself from her.
“You were at Kip’s place, and you had no heat. Interestingggggg.” Miranda wiggles her eyebrows. “So what did you do to keep warm?”
More brow wiggles.
“We…” I hesitate. I’ve never engaged in girl talk like this before, gossiping about my own relationships, because I’ve never had any to gossip about. I test the waters. “Snuggled.”
“You snuggled.” Neither of them look impressed with my answer.
I nod, biting down on my lower lip before busting out into a smile.
“Did this snuggling include any exchange of bodily fluid?” Miranda impishly smirks over the rim of her cup.
“Miranda! That’s private!” Renee scolds her. Then she turns to me. “But did it?”
I’m not sure what they mean by that exactly, but, “Some, I guess?”
“Did you do it?” Miranda has no filter. Or boundaries.
“No! Nothing like that.”
“Oh.” She’s clearly disappointed.
“But he did go down…” I point to my vajayjay. “There.”
“Stop it right now! He went down on you? What was it like with, you know—the beard?”
Ha! I knew girls were obsessed with beards and oral.
“Let me just put it to you this way: I’m walking crooked and I have rug burn on the insides of my thighs.” I lean back, bracing myself with both palms on the blanket, feeling smug at having impressed these girls.
“Oh. My. God! Did you orgasm more than once?” Miranda hovers in my personal space.
I sit up. “You can do that?”
“Are you being serious right now? Yes, you can have more than one gasm. One time, Thomas gave me three—two from eating me out, and then he fucked me from behind. My god, I was exhausted.”
“Miranda!” Renee is horrified. “What the hell? Too much information!”
Miranda rolls her eyes. “Puh-lease, I told you all this already.”
“But we just met Teddy, like, five minutes ago,” Renee chastises. “Give her a minute to get to know us before you scare her away. Ease into it, Jesus!”
“Teddy isn’t going anywhere, are you Teddy?” She pats me on the shoulder. “She’s going to be one of us, I can tell.” Miranda winks flirtatiously.
“I didn’t say we were dating, you guys,” I hasten to point out. “I might not come back.”
“Not yet, but Kip has looked over at you at least a dozen times in the last three minutes, so I’d say you were headed that way, especially if he asked you to be here in the first place. And went down on you last night.”
“Did you give him a blowjob?” Renee blurts out, and has Miranda letting out a peal of laughter.
“You just yelled at me for getting too personal, you hypocrite.”
Renee covers her mouth with her hands, laughing. “I’m sorry, it just came out. Teddy, you don’t have to answer that.”
“Yes she does,” Miranda chides. “Kidding, only if you want to.”
“I…didn’t. Should I have?”
“Did he want you to?”
“He didn’t say.”
“He didn’t ask for a blowie?” Miranda’s brows are in her hairline. “Dang girl—you’ve got yourself a unicorn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He gave you oral without wanting it in return? That’s a true find, my friend. Thomas always wants a BJ after he’s gone down on me, unless I let him bang me.”
“Um, I didn’t let him, uh…bang me, but…we did dry hump first. Does that count?”