Page 46 of Touch Me

She slaps the picnic table, and I jump. “Well, hell, girl, that’s all you need.” The others nod in agreement. “Take a peek. The gray ones are perfect for outlining the peen.”

“She’s right,” Alex agrees. “Just follow the hashtaggray sweatson any social media site. It’ll change your life.”

“Well, that’s very enlightening, but I think I’m good. I’m staying until I get a paying job, and then I’m out. No need to complicate things.”

“It doesn't have to be complicated if you’re both on the same page. Why not take advantage of the single hot guy down the hall for a few months? Could be fun.” Ashley winks.

“Like I said, not everyone is as open as you, Ash. Casual sex isn’t for everyone,” Jen offers. “Maybe she already has someone.” She looks at me, waiting for a response like she asked me a direct question.

“Oh no. I don’t, I mean, I haven’t in a while,” I stammer. “I had graduation, then moving, then preparing for this job—”

“How long?” Alex asks.

“Huh?” I look up from playing with my food.

Jen rolls her eyes, like I’m the one being ridiculous. “How long has it been?”

I look up over their heads, thinking. “Uh, well, six months... maybe eight. I don’t know.”

“Eight months?” They cry out in unison.

I look between three shocked faces and swallow hard. “I’ve been busy.”

Ashley wags her finger in my direction. “Bullshit. We need to get you and Sexy Sweats in a twisted tango.”

“That isn’t necessary. Actually, that would be a colossal mistake. And impossible. I don’t think he even likes me very much.”

“Why not? You’re hot,” Alex says. “Sexy wavy hair, adorable freckled nose, emerald green eyes, and a tight-ass body. What’s not to like?”

I scrunch up my nose. “I don’t think he sees me that way.”

Alex looks me up and down. “If he’s a straight man, he sees you that way. Hell, I was swallowing cock less than twelve hours ago, and I think you’re hot.”

“You need to turn up the sex factor a little bit. We can help.”

“Wow, guys. That’s okay, really.”

Ashley wipes her hands off and draws her legs up underneath her. “Cass—can I call you Cass? We just met, but I feel like I can call you Cass. Anyway, do you think he’s hot?”

I look to the others to plead for a subject change.Crickets.“Uh, yes?”

“Do you need to get laid?” Jen and Alex whip their heads back and forth between the two of us.

I put my hands up and shake my head. “No, I’m fine, really.”

“If you say so, I’ll drop it,” Ashley says.

“I say so. But thank you. I appreciate the concern.”

“Alright, should we head back?” Jen asks.

We pack up the remains of our very inquisitive lunch and head back to the office.

Alex holds the door for us to enter. “Margaritas tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” the girls answer.

“You want to come, Cass?” Ashley offers. Then she snorts. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, but we can help with that too.”

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