Closing the door, I lean against it and look at the ceiling, and then my hands. Specifically, the two fingers that were fucking both Everlee and E.
Fuck!
EVERLEE - MORNING AFTER
Lastnightwas…wow.I don’t think I’ve ever had as many orgasms as I did last night and that last one.
Holy forking shirtballs! I thought my body was going to be frozen. Literally every muscle in my body seized and a moan coming from somewhere inside of me just kept coming out. Like I don’t understand how because it wasn’t coming from me. It was like I’d been possessed by something and it was moaning for me.
Shit!
Was it my soul? Was my soul moaning? Did it have an orgasm? A soulgasm?
Had my orgasm been so powerful it transcended the plane of… what? Life? Reality? The living and the… not death, but like that place where souls are just hanging out. Was she moaning? I assume she’s a she, because I’m a she. Does a soul have a sex?
Why in the fuck am I thinking about the gender of my soul?
“Here,” Lizzy says, handing me an ice pack.
“What’s this for?”
She looks at me, face full of sass, with a hand on her hip. “I figured our pussy needed it.”
“You know, it’s really weird that you claim my pussy as yours.”
“How in the fuck can’t I after last night? You were moaning so loud, I felt it in my bones. I thought I was having an orgasm, but no. I was sleeping. Do you know how it makes me feel to wake up with tears in my eyes from a glorious orgasm only to realize that I wasn’t, in fact, having one? That I could feel no tingling twat, no pulsing pussy, no nothing. So is it weird?” She shrugs, “But after last night, I’m pretty sure the whole damn house felt like they were in that room with you. Shit!” She claps her hands. “Imagine how Beckett and Will feel. They are gay dudes and had to experience your orgasm. A female orgasm.” She grabs a bowl for cereal down. “Have you no shame?”
“Are you done?”
“Not quite. I’m like your orgasm. I’m going to keep going and going and going until you begin to question yourself.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I mean maybe a little, but you do you. Bring your whole orgasm to the house, to the beach. Pretty sure some sea animals were getting laid last night because of you. It was like a boinking beacon.”
“You need to stop.” I laugh, scooping another spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios into my mouth.
“Buttttt I woooonn’ttt.”
“I get it. I won’t orgasm anymore for the rest of the trip.”
“Oh, damn.” Her spoon falls, clanging onto the counter.
“What?” I ask with a modicum of concern.
“You just put that out into the universe.”
“I was joking.”
Her eyebrows lift. “You don’t joke about that. It’s Monday. Tomorrow is the fourth. There will be fireworks tomorrow and now you won’t have your own.”
“I’m pretty sure I will orgasm again before the end of the week.”
She shakes her head, face taut with concern. “I don’t know.”
Setting my spoon down, I grab her wrist. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Ev. Look outside. It’s still raining.”
