Page 26 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

My horrified gasp was probably louder than her squeal had been. “You wouldn’t!”

“You bet my sweet momma’s petunias I would. And I will if you don’t come clean, I’m pressingcall.” Shayla held up her phone, a picture of her mother already on the screen, and her finger hovering over the call button.

“That’s just harsh,” I pouted as I grumbled. “I was planning on telling you. I just didn’t want it to be in public. Geez. So impatient.”

“Well, we are here, so get to spilling. Confession is good for the soul. Or so I hear.” We both snickered, but then she nudged me. “Seriously, bestie. Is everything okay? Was it… consensual.”

I turned quickly in my chair so I could face her better and grabbed her hand. “Oh, Shayla, no! Nothing like that, I swear. Everything was better than I could have ever imagined.”

She let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “Okay, Bridge. Why don’t you start from the beginning? And don’t leave any of the juicy stuff out,” she warned.

I laughed, and we both took small sips of our coffees. “Okay. So, Logan showed up. On time, I might add.”

“Nice. Already a point for Mr. Detective,” she nodded.

“With his motorcycle.”

“Oh. Now I’m jealous. Was it scary-fun, or just scary?”

“It was amazing. I felt like I was flying. You know how I love being in nature. It was like nothing else. Zipping past all the trees while the moon was rising. I loved it. He took me to a bar. Remember that small, rundown looking place down the highway?” I waited for her nod and the expected nose scrunch. “It’s actually really nice inside. And kinda cozy. The owners are good people. I think the owner’s daughter has a touch of magic in her. Anyway, the food was fabulous. You should really go there with us sometime and try the burger. Truly the best one I’ve had. And you know I’ve been looking.” At her impatient raised eyebrow, I giggled. “Right. So he taught me how to play pool, which was more fun than I expected. Then we rode backto the shop. I thought he was just going to leave, to be honest. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He has this really great blank face. I think it’s probably because of his job.”

“Okay, I know I told you to spill everything, but I’m growing old here waiting for the good stuff. Come on!”

“Hey, you asked!” I protested, then hid my grin behind my paper coffee cup as her glare turned glacial. “Fine,” I huffed with a laugh. “Just when I thought he was going to leave, and I got all sad but tried not to show it, he kissed me. Then he carried me up the stairs and we did it.”

“Did… what?”

“It,” I stressed. “We didit.We got undressed, he ate me out, then he fucked me until I couldn’t feel my legs.” I sat back and sighed. “It was amazing. Truly fantastic. Odes could be written. Songs, sung in the honor of my glorious orgasms.”

Shayla’s laughter had started gaining attention again, so I shushed her. When she was finally under control, she whispered. “Was it really that good?”

I nodded. “It really was. Worth the wait, hun. I promise.”

“So was he well endowed or average. With orgasms the way you described, I can’t imagine he was smaller than average.”

My face turned hotter than the sun, and I was sure my cheeks matched the color of my hair. “Umm, bigger?”

She gasped. “How big?”

“Honestly? I’m not exactly certain. When I saw it, I freaked out just a little bit. I went straight to the pain relief potions on my dresser as a precaution. It may not have been as big as I first thought.”

Shayla held out her hands, palms facing each other. “This long?”

I tilted my head and studied the width, and thought back to what I remembered, and reached out. I pulled her wrists apart until the distance was about what I thought it would have been.

Shayla looked down at the space between her hands before using one of them to fan herself. “Oh, sweet tea and lemonade. When the Goddess decides to bless you, she doesn’t hold back, does she?” She looked down at my lap with her eyes squinted. “How’s your girly bits this morning? You seemed to be walking okay.”

I laughed and gave her a shove. “I’m fine. I got the feeling back in my legs somewhere in the middle of the night,” I snickered.

“When this semester is over and Hotty Professor stops playing hard to get, I’m going to need one of those potions. I’ve seen the outline of that thing he’s packing.”

I smiled. “Absolutely. So things are going well there?”

Shayla shrugged. “He stares at me a lot. Honestly, the man doesn’t seem to get any work done while I’m in his office. All he does is follow me with his eyes.”

“Are you still filing?”

She shook her head and took a swallow of the cooling coffee. “He had me start working on his bookshelves. He wants them all rearranged by type of law and then by author or publication.”

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