Chapter 7: the Sleep Over - Lala

I woke the next morning sore, the aftermath of his every bite was felt on my skin. Who knew orgasming so good could hurt so bad! Despite how warm I feel, Spin is not here.

Instead, I’m face to face with a beaming Meme, who has a cheek-splitting grin on her face. I scoff at her and try to roll over when she climbs on top of me and says, “oh no you don’t”.

She’s giggling like an idiot as I moan. “Get off”, I tell her. “It hurts”!

Meme gasps dramatically, “you didn’t”!

“No, I didn’t”, I told her. “But what happened was… I dunno! But it felt amazing while it was happening”. I blush at the memory.

“Those marks all over you definitely say it was sinister”, she says as I look at her in confusion. I get up and head to the bathroom and gasp at my own reflection. The deep purple welts that adorn my body are so dark I can see them through the thin white tee! Meme is again laughing like a hyena at my state of shock.

“Oh my God, how am I going to hide these?” I