Page 25 of Savage in the Sheets
“Kissing, petting over clothes, dry humping.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s all? You were alone, making out with Weston Singer, and you stopped before you got to anything good?”
“Oh…I wouldn’t say that.”
Her brow arcs in curiosity.
“It was intense—he was intense. His hands lit my body ablaze. I’ve never been grabbed so roughly, and yet, with so much care. And his voice—my God, he could be one of those audiobook voice narrators for sex books.”
She shakes her head as though she’s annoyed. “Your prom night hookup has you sounding like a seventeen-year-old girl.”
“Prom night hookup? Like you would know. Didn’t you attend a debutante ball?”
“Yes, and our nannies and tutors made sure we were respectful. Funny how they didn’t seem to care during my tennis lessons the year prior.”
“How was it? The ball, I mean.”
“My upper lip still hasn’t gone soft.” Angela sneers.
“You act like you resent everything about your upbringing, and yet you seem to enjoy the perks.”
She goes duck lipped as she thinks, eventually replying with, “You’re right. I must sound like an asshole. The truth is, I’m jealous of people like you.”
“Jealous of me?”
“Yeah, you grew up with money, but you weren’t nearly as spoiled. From the time I could chew, I’ve never dined on anything less than filet and lobster. When you’re used to the best, eventually, nothing is special, and that extends to more than food. I’ve dated male models and professional athletes. Where do I go from there? I’ve peaked.”
“Have you thought of finding a man whose qualities extend beyond what’s underneath their clothes?”
“You mean a‘nice’man? If they exist, and that’s a bigif, I’m convinced they have halitosis, erectile dysfunction, or they’re gay.”
This is exactly something Angela would say because she’s so jaded with the world.
“So, do you get to do the deed next time?” she asks.
“Stage Two is everything in Stage One, minus the clothes.”
She blinks, her mouth slightly ajar. “You’re never going to shake that Rosie thing you have going on.”
“You know what, I prefer to think of it as my superpower that occasionally needs to be turned off. Like that Cyclops X Men character. It’s good he can laser shit, but he has to be able to shut it down. So I’m just trying to excise Rosie from the bedroom.”
“Well, do you at least get to suck his cock in Stage Two? Kissing, petting over clothes, dry humping…it could fall under kissing, right?”
I grow suddenly dizzy at the thought of putting Weston’s cock in my mouth. In any orifice, for that matter. “I haven’t thought of that.”
“You better get that shit straightened out then.”
“I don’t know if I could do it,” I say in a panicked tone.
“Suck a dick? Why the hell not? You’ve done it before.”
“Angela, you don’t understand. Weston is…endowed.”
She sucks her lower lip in. “You don’t say?”
“I’m pretty sure the largest I’ve had is around eight inches…and he easily has him beat.”
“Hot damn! Now I hate you even more for being so selfish with him.”
