Page 6 of Off-Limits
“I did.”
“Shit.”
“What else happened?”
“This is embarrassing.”
“Oh, hell no. You are not getting out of this.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
She smiles. “No, I don’t. Not even a little bit.”
We’re silent for a little while, but I wait patiently.
“They both jerked off and came all over my tits while I played with myself.” She rushes out.
“You fucking hussy!” I yell, laughing, and Arrie covers her red face.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I laugh louder then sober. “Sorry.”
She peeks at me between her fingers.
“It was so hot, Dottie. I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard.”
“And the boys?”
“I could tell they both enjoyed it, but I ruined it by asking Adam what I did last week. Maybe it was that post nut clarity for him, but I should have left it as a stupid fantasy in my head.”
“I’m confused. Explain this for me. You are all naked, right?”
She nods.
“And Adam allows his best friend to jerk off to you, while he does the same, and you finger fuck yourself and they paint you with their cum, but when you asked for a threesome, he broke up with you?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m calling that asshole.”
“No, no! Dottie, please.”
Closing my eyes, I force myself to stay seated and not grab my phone to ream that prick. Opening them, Arrie and I lock eyes. Hers are glassy, and I hate seeing her upset. Leaning over the table, I wrap her hand in mine.
“I’m here if you ever need me. Fuck the distance, I’m here.”
“I know.” She squeezes my hand. “For tonight, I just want to forget.”
“Done. Where are we going?”
“The Ivy.”
She grins at me, and I know I’m going to regret this.
I’m going to need more alcohol!
