I sigh, still reeling from Gavin’s unexpected pleasurable torment. The door to Page’s room opens and I rush to pull the shirt back down and cover myself just before she walks back into the living room. “You dirty, dirty little whore,” she teases with a huge smile plastered across her face. “Shut up!” With an embarrassed laugh that she—and probably most of our neighbors—had just heard me come undone as Gavin tongue fucked me on the couch, I slapped my hands over my reddening face. Of course she doesn’t shut up, I’m not that lucky. “You know, I imagine the noises I was just forced to hear are similar to what orcas sound like when they’re giving birth. Should we search it to compare?” All embarrassment fades as I continue to laugh genuinely. “You’re an asshole.” “Yep, I am. Now just apologize for saying I smelled in front of a really cute guy and we can go back to being besties again.” “I’m sorry,” I smile up at her. Her head cocks to the side, her lips mashed in thought as she taps her chin.
