Lizzy had a fork of salad in her mouth, frozen. She motioned for me to continue with her other hand.
My eyes got big and my head bobbled from side to side.
And then her eyes got big with understanding. “In the back seat of his car? Where was the driver? You didn’t do it in front of him, did you?”
Her question about the driver told me there was no way I could tell her about the situation with the other three guys… even if I was allowed to. She had joked about it before, but that’s when it was only a joke and not for real. “He was standing outside on the sidewalk.” My mouth pulled to the side as my stomach tightened, remembering the start of my crazy night.
“Callum was just like yo dude park right here while I have my dessert? Go wait outside in the frigid cold?”
“Not quite like that, but kind of.”
“So you.” She propped her arm on the table, leaning across and whispered, “Got your little boom boom yum yummed, parked on the side of the street with the driver just chilling outside, waiting, and people walking by?”
I nodded, taking a bite of food, knowing it wouldn’t hide the blush from my cheeks.
“Kinky.”
She plopped back in her seat and took another bite of food. “Continue.” She said in a very diplomatic voice, waving her hand like the Queen would.
I was smiling so much my cheeks were hurting. “So then he surprised me and took me ice skating.”
My phone dinged.
Callum.
Where are you?
Salad Shop eating lunch.I answered without thinking. I put my phone back in my lap. I wasn’t mad at him, but I was a little irritated about the whole bubble incident earlier.
“But you weren’t in the clothes for that.”
I shook my head so I could focus on Lizzy. “I know… so he bought me some and then…” My head face planted into my palm.
“No.” Lizzy said, grabbing her salad bowl up under her chin and stuffing her mouth full like a kid would do with a bowl of popcorn at a movie theatre.
I nodded. “Again, in the changing room.”
Her fork dropped in her bowl and she stared at me wide eyed.
“But he didn’t let me finish.”
“That bastard.”
“Right.” I laughed. “So I took my panties off and, when he wasn’t paying attention, stuffed them in his pocket.”
“Oh my God. Who are you Queen and what have you done with my shyish Everlee?”
“I’m not shy.”
“Well, you also did more exhibitionistic things last night than you ever have before.”
If she only knew. But she couldn’t. A flashback of me riding Callum’s cock on the bed with the others watching as I played with my clit had me blushing again.
“Girl, do we need to get you a fan, because damn?” She started fanning me.
“Stop.”
“So then. Please tell me you got to tickle the pickle after all that. You needed it, after all.”
