Mia shifts her head to look at me, smiling and squeezing my hand. She doesn’t need to say anything.
“We leave tomorrow after school,” she reminds me, after a while.
“Oh shit. I need to pack before school tomorrow.”
“Me too,” she says, but neither of us moves to do it.
“Did you eat dinner?” I ask her.
“No.”
“Wanna order Mexican and eat it in bed while watching trashy TV on your laptop?”
She smiles. “Can we practice crafting sexts to Adam, too?”
I groan. “Can we please start that tomorrow?”
“How about just one?”
“Tomorrow, Mia.”
“Fine. Then I want a carnitas burrito.”
EIGHT
Mia
I’mhalf asleep in a warm and cozy cocoon. A man cocoon with giant Zeus arms, both of which are wrapped around me, one large hand holding one of my boobs. Just holding, casually, as one may hold a cantaloupe while standing in the middle of a grocery store. There is a hard, massive dick currently pressing into my ass.Go, me.
I snuggle in, and the cocoon deity moans softly, barely a noise. He thrusts once, a subconscious movement. The owner of the hand realizes he’s holding my boob and starts kneading it. It’s when his thumb and pointer finger start rolling my nipple, slowly, as if he’s still dreaming, that I begin to wonder if I’ve woken up in an alternate universe, one in which I actually got laid on Tuesday night after the Greenpoint bar.
It’s when I start getting fantastically moist between my legs that I open my eyes and see the Mexican takeout containers on my bedside table.
I freeze.
“Elias,” I whisper hysterically.
He hums low in his throat, rolling my nipple more deliberately. He noses my hair aside to gently suck on my neck. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my ass instinctually pressing backwards.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, thrusting forward to meet it.
“ELIAS!” I scream.
Many things happen at once. Elias wakes up, realizes who he’s fondling, jolts as if he’s been electrocuted, and throws himself on my floor.
We look at one another, chests heaving and eyes wide and unbelieving and distraught.
“What did you do?!” Elias says frantically, as if I weren’t just a passive recipient to his neck-sucking.
My mouth drops open. “ME?!” I shout, gesturing at the giant dick that is currently tenting the front of his athletic shorts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, not bothering to adjust it, running his fingers through his curls instead. He stands up, turns on his heel, and storms out of my room.
I bury myself under the covers and try my hardest not to think about it. “Don’t do it, Mia,” I repeat, over and over again. I hear the shower go on in the bathroom. “Fuck it,” I say, and shove my hand down the front of my panties.
The bus ride to school is uncomfortable, to say the least. Elias is carrying my luggage but has refused to look me in the eye, wordlessly taking my suitcase and stepping on the bus instead.
It’s peak rush hour, so we are packed in like sardines. I don’t need to hold on to a bar because I’m sandwiched between two people, both of whom are keeping me propped up vertically. There is a man standing between Elias and me, but Elias towers over him by a head, so we can still see one another in shame.
