Page 92 of Tease Me

“That’s not enough info. Tell me more.”

I rolled my eyes.“Okay, while I was with the plumber, Jacksonwas watching me and playingwith himself.”

“And, how did you feel?”

“It made me so freakin’ horny.Hiseyes werereally wide, andhekept lickinghislips. So, while he was watching me and I was watching him play with himself, Mickey was doing the most amazing things to my boobs.” Just going back there in my mind had my insides curling. “Eat.”

Lolly scooped another mouthful into her mouth. “So, how did you fuck? Were you sandwiched between their two cocks? One in your pussy, one up your ass?”

“What? No. Ewww, that’s disgusting.”

She flicked her hand like I wasover-exaggerating. “So, how’d you do it? Oh, let me guess—you gave one head while the other fucked you from behind.”

“No—”

“Okay, you rode one guy and gave the other head.”

“No, Lolly, stop. It wasn’t like that.”

She pointed her fork at me and scowled. “You didn’t fuck them, did you?”

I shook my head.

She shoved her plate away. “Oh my god, you made me eat that crap, and you didn’t even fuck them.”

“Shhh.”

“Oh, pfft.” She threw her hands in the air. “You tricked me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

She sat back and folded her arms across her abundant boobs. “Tell me then. How was it a threesome?”

God, she was loud. Cringing, I glanced around. Thankfully, the café was nearly empty, and thetables thatwere occupiedwere a fair distance away.

“We fooled around for a bit in the chairs. Then Mickey carried me to the bed. I let both of them watch me, you know, masturbate.”

Lolly rolled her eyes to the ocean and sighed as ifcompletelyuninterested.

“Then they kneeled at either side of me. They had their hands all over me and in me, and it was amazing. And then I grabbedboth ofthem and played with them until they both came all over me.”

She didn’t move. I had no idea what she was thinking. Lolly didn’t do silent.

“I still had my mask on.”

She frowned. “What?”

“The green Poison Ivy mask. I’d kept it on the whole time. Right to the end.”

Lolly clapped her hands and laughed. “Lucky you don’t write porn because you’d be terrible.”

I laughedalong with her, relieved that she didn’t seem mad at me. “Do you forgive me?”

“No. You’re in for a tough workout next Tuesday. I can’t believe you made me eat that, and you didn’t even fuck those guys.”

“You ate about five forkfuls.”

“Yes, and I can already feel it making its way to my ass.”

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