Y’all are hilarious.
There’s a small tap on my door, and Poppy appears holding an extra large cup of coffee. “What’s up, babe?” she asks, walking in.
“I don’t know.” I let my face fall into my hands.
“Did he do something?” she asks, hesitantly.
“Oh, no. I mean yes, but nothing bad. It’s all really sweet.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s see, yesterday I felt like actual garbage.”
“Right. You texted. He massaged your back. You moaned. Oh, my god, did you sleep with him?”
“No. He just hung out with me all afternoon watchingThe Princess Diaries.And then hebought me all of these period supplies, cooked me dinner, and then when I fell asleep in his lap, he carried me to his bed, and he slept on the couch.”
“Is that all?” she asks, giggling.
“Oh, and he danced with me. I forgot that one.”
She giggles again.
“It’s confusing right?”
“What’s confusing? It sounds like he’s being really sweet, and you like one another.”
“Because I’m all up in my feelings about it and he keeps not wearing his shirt and we almost kissed last night and then again this morning.”
“He almost kissed you?” She plops down into one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Twice?”
“Yes.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
Blush covers my cheeks as I think back to how I used by vibrator this morning.
“Why are you blushing?”
“If I tell you, it has to stay between us.”
“I’m listening.” She leans forward, propping her chin on her fist.
“I may have…” My voice drops to a barely whisper. “I may have used my vibrator after.”
Her coffee almost sprays from her mouth.
“Stop!” I whine. “I feel like I’m teetering on the edge and playing with fire. I said I wouldn’t fall for him, and here I am melting and thinking about him every time I make myself come.”
“Oh, fuck. You do like him.”
“He’s our friend. Of course I like him.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Like, you want to fuck him.”
“I do not.”
“I think your vibrator would have a different opinion.”
