Page 30 of Pleading Innocence

My body was loosening for him already. As I started typing my response, a message chimed in from Mario.

‘Surprise,’it read, along with the picture of lube.‘Look what I got. I’ve booked us a hotel if you’re up to celebrating a little differently tonight.’

Pure delight caused me to gasp out loud as I walked out of the bathroom, my face tensed with need.

“Well, fuck, what the hell’s got you looking so damn horny? Shit, girls. I think Ms. Tiffany well and truly lost her virginity.” I heard Simone’s voice clear as day. It was pretty hard to miss, and my eyes shot up with glee.

“You made it!” I grinned, throwing myself into the arms of Simone, Laura, and Annie. Simone’s blonde hair was swooped back into a low ponytail with a side part. Her makeup was stunning and her body was as fluffy as usual, her voluptuous breasts brimming the top of her navy-blue square bustline, peeking through the matching jacket she’d thrown on top of her A-Line sleeveless dress. She knew her best asset and she amplified it.

“Damn, I bet you’re turning all types of heads at your firm,” I said, standing back to look at her in awe.

“Don’t try to distract us from you and the fact that you were just caught,” she said with a smile, lowering her chin to look into my eyes with a knowing smirk.

My cheeks reddened.

“Aw, leave her be, Simone. Knowing Tiffany, she was probably reading a steamy scene in a novel or something,” Laura said. Her round face looked so freakin’ soft. The only signs of her piercings was the hole in her nose and the one in her eyelid which she’d tried to cover up with makeup. But if you didn’t know to look for the holes, it wasn’t as noticeable.

She’d trimmed some of the bleach blonde off the ends of her hair and had it swept back into a clean ponytail that swung against her lower back with extensions as she walked. To me, she looked so different. She was pretty either way, but this softness caught me off guard. She wore a white corset top that cinched in her already-cinched waist, and it was tucked into a black pencil skirt which hugged her hips and bottom like a glove. She wore her jacket over her shoulders like an accessory rather than an article of clothing.

Annie pulled me in for another hug. Her tall, slender frame was dressed in a classic sleeveless collared shirt speckled with black dots which was loose around her modest chest. It was tucked into a black pencil skirt which kissed her subtle hips and hugged her tiny waist. The skirt helped show off her long, silky-smooth legs in black, closed-toe, faux-suede pumps. Her pixie cut was smooth around her forehead, trimmed low around the sides and back, and she also wore a side part. I didn’t think she could get any prettier, but the smoothed hair did something to her slender features that the more fluffed-up look didn’t. The fluffed-up look gave her a bit of an edge, a pretty edge; the smoothened hair made her look like a classic and timeless beauty.

“Man, I wish someone would throw me parties for every milestone.” Annie grinned.

I squeezed her. My family really overdid it with everything, and I was aware of that. They had money and they liked to spend it. And I wouldn’t complain because I liked gifts and celebrations every now and then. It was my normal, but I wasn’t dumb enough to think it was everyone’s normal. As my friends, they should feel included. “This is as much your celebration as it is mine. Besides, I don’t even think I deserve this particular party. Or maybe I’m overthinking it,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Annie asked.

“Oh, enough about me,” I said, not wanting to bring up the whole secret about my job again.

“Congratulations on your new jobs, everyone! Should we get drinks?” I asked.

“Yes, please!” Annie hurried off ahead of me.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Laura said, quickening her steps as well.

“So is everyone just going to act like Tiffany’s tongue wasn’t practically hanging from her mouth when we came up to her?” Simone asked.

I grinned and it caused us all to grin. Just then a message chimed into my phone again. It was from Mario.

‘Anthony and I are about to head out. I’ve booked all three of us a room. If you’re still up for celebrating in our own way, wait an hour after we’ve left and meet us here,’he said, including an address to an upscale hotel. An excited squeal erupted from me before I could stop it and I felt Simone’s head moving to pop over my screen.

“Who’s the lucky bastard?” she said, just as I pulled my phone away and clicked the side button to turn the screen dark.

She looked up at me in shock. “Shit, that was fast. You’re not sleeping with a married man, are you?” she asked.

I laughed. “No, no! None of them are—” Oops.

All three of the girls stopped, turned, and looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘none of them’?” Simone gasped.

“Shit, how many men are you sleeping with?” Laura asked, her mouth dropping open. She looked like she’d need some help picking her chin up off the ground.

I tried to backtrack. “It was a slip of the tongue,” I said.

“Bullshit,” Annie said with a shocked, impressed, and playful smile. “That ain’t no slip of the tongue. Girl! Here you are going from 0-100 in the blink of an eye! Now, you know I want all the details,” she said.

I bit my bottom lip, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the thought of Mario and Anthony, of our plans tonight, of the possibility of being penetrated by them both at once. I was giddy. “Why didn’t you tell me sex was so good?” I whispered.

“Girl, we tried!” Simone yelled with a grin.

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