Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
You know how nice it is not to have to worry about sizes? Just go in knowing your waist circumference, and you got yourself a pair of jeans.
"It's about time, young lady," she said to me, lips curving up at one side. It was moments like this that I understood how she got more pussy than most hot guys did. She just had something. I couldn't even say what it was. I didn't swing that way, but there were definitely times that Jamie made me consider it. "You smell like a prostitute," she added, lips twitching as she moved to stand, going across the room into the kitchen area to turn on the Keurig for me. She was a saint that way. It was why she was still crashing on my couch a month after she said she would be out of my hair.
"Well that is my signature fragrance," I agreed, smiling.
"We gotta talk, sweetheart," she said, spreading her hands wide on my counter, leaning forward like what she was about to say was of the utmost importance.
"About?"
"The fucking pillows, Peyton. Your cock pillows," she said, shaking her head.
Okay, yeah.
So... my throw pillows on the living room couch from far away kind of looked like flowers. But if you got close, they were just a bunch of flaccid dicks varying in length, girth, and whether they were snipped or not.
I bought them on a whim at 5 a.m. when I hadn't been able to sleep. They were one of my favorite things in the apartment.
"I have successfully kept my face away from cocks my entire life," she went on.
"And now you are literally drooling on them every night," I finished for her. "Well, if it would help, I can get the same pillows with little pussies all over them."
"That's all I'm asking," she said, smile big again as she mixed my coffee for me then handed it over. "I think pussy pillows will inspire pleasant dreams. So did you get him railed or not?"
I chuckled at that as I sipped my coffee. "When have I ever failed at getting someone railed if they want - or in his case, needed - it?"
"This is true. You make a great wing-woman. No calls from the police station tonight. I'm almost disappointed in you, babe."
"Well, in lieu of getting arrested for a fun story, I totally gave a broken-down biker a ride back home tonight. And he was hot. And, get this, a Henchmen."
"No shit," Jamie said, nodding her head, always impressed by the situations I so often found myself in. "Did you fuck him?"
"I would look even more of a hot mess if I fucked him."
"Fucked who?" another voice that hadn't been in my place when I left - though wasn't odd to find here without permission - called as she walked down from the direction of my sister's old room.
Where Jamie was more boyish, Savea was pure girl with her long, wavy, Pantene-commercial shiny black hair, sweet round face dominated by huge dark brown eyes that she spent a lot of time accentuating with perfect mascara, and large lips that were almost always hiding her obnoxiously perfect white teeth since she wasn't as prone to smiling as Jamie was. She was short and slight but with an ass that would make any girl jealous. Generally, she didn't dress all girly. But this was mainly because her job wouldn't allow it, not because it wasn't her preference. When you worked at a pet shop and were constantly covered in the hair of various animals or fish water, wearing a pretty satin tank wasn't really an option. So she opted for somewhat oversized unisex tees in dark shades.
Right then, that was all she had on. Her short, but shapely legs bare right up to her pretty peach lace panties.
"You can't talk about sex without me. It's a rule," she told us, taking my coffee from my hands to drink it herself.
"No sex. Unfortunately. Though I did kinda force a kiss on him," I told them, shrugging it off. A kiss was like a handshake most of the time. I had never been the butterflies-in-the-belly kind of girl.
"Oh, who was he?" Savvy asked as I rolled my shoulders, feeling hot and sticky and gross.
"If we are going to do it, let's move it to the bathroom," I suggested, making my way there already, letting them follow.
Jamie put down the lid of the toilet, sitting down. Savvy hopped herself up on the sink vanity as I filled the tub and stripped out of my dress and the thong that was about a centimeter away from needing to be freaking surgically removed.
Maybe for most friends, this was a weird situation.
But I had never been known to be shy about my body. These two - and Ronny who had been around even longer - had seen me bare ass naked more times than they could likely count.