Girls Talk

Lena’s POV 🌸

I stared at my reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror, still feeling the faint ache between my legs every time I shifted. Adrian’s last message this morning had been short but firm: “Take a few days off deliveries. Rest. You need it.”

For once, I listened.

My body was exhausted in the most delicious way, and the thought of climbing onto that bike again made me wince. I sent a quick text to my supervisor saying I needed a short break, then grabbed my bag and headed to Kendra’s apartment. I needed my best friend. I needed normalcy… even if “normal” with Kendra had changed lately.

Kendra opened the door wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, her braids piled high on her head. The moment she saw me, her face lit up with a wicked grin.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the freshly fucked,” she teased, pulling me into a tight hug. “You’re glowing, babe. Come in before the neighbors start asking questions.”

I laughed nervously and stepped inside. The familiar scent of her vanilla candles and the faint smell of weed from last night wrapped around me. We settled on her couch, legs tangled under a fluffy blanket as she scrolled through N*****x.

“I’m taking a few days off deliveries,” I said, playing with the edge of the blanket. “Adrian suggested it. My body… kind of needs it.”

Kendra raised an eyebrow, pausing on a rom-com. “Adrian suggested? Or Adrian commanded while you were still dripping his cum?”

I buried my face in the pillow, cheeks burning. “Both. Maybe. Shut up.”

She laughed loudly and pressed play. For the first thirty minutes of the movie, we actually tried to watch it — commenting on the terrible acting and stealing glances at each other. But the tension of everything we hadn’t said kept growing.

Eventually, Kendra muted the TV and turned to me fully.

“Okay, spill. I want real details. Not the polite version you gave me on the phone. How many times did he make you cum?”

I hesitated, then let out a shaky breath. The memories flooded back so vividly I squeezed my thighs together under the blanket.

“Too many to count,” I admitted softly. “We did it in the living room, against the window again, in the shower… then his bed. I rode him, Kendra. Like actually took control. I was so loud. I kept begging him not to stop even when I was shaking.”

Kendra’s eyes widened with delight. She sat up straighter, pulling her knees to her chest.

“Fuck yes. That’s my girl. Did you suck his dick?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “On my knees the moment I walked in. He was still wet from the shower. I took him really deep… I even gagged a little but I didn’t stop. I wanted to make him lose control.”

Kendra let out a low whistle. “Look at you. My innocent Lena is gone. I’m so proud.”

I laughed, but it quickly faded into something more serious. I played with a loose thread on the blanket.

“It felt so good, Kendra. Too good. I woke up this morning and touched myself just thinking about it. But then I came home and saw Cleo’s face… I felt like the worst sister in the world. I’m scared I’m becoming addicted to how he makes me feel.”

Kendra reached over and squeezed my hand, her usual playful energy softening.

“Babe, you’ve been carrying the world on your back for years. It’s okay to feel good for once. Just… be careful with Adrian. Guys like him can consume you.”

I nodded, but my mind was already drifting again — remembering the way Adrian had looked at me while I rode him, the way his hands had gripped my ass, the deep groan he made when he came inside me.

“What about you?” I asked, turning the spotlight on her. “You’ve been glowing too. Anything new?”

Kendra’s smirk returned, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes — hesitation mixed with excitement.

“Let’s just say… I’ve been playing with fire. Two different kinds.”

My eyes widened. “Two?”

She grinned and leaned in closer, lowering her voice even though we were alone.

“One is possessive as hell and fucks me like he owns me. The other is newer… riskier. Yesterday I let the newer one bend me over his desk and fuck me so hard I almost couldn’t walk to class. I screamed his name when I came.”

I gasped, covering my mouth. “Kendra!”

She laughed, completely unashamed. “I know. I’m playing a dangerous game. But the thrill… God, Lena. The risk makes it so much hotter.”

We spent the next hour talking like that — raw, honest, and filthy. We compared notes on positions, on how certain strokes felt, on the dirty things they said to us. For the first time, I didn’t feel ashamed admitting how much I craved Adrian’s cock. Kendra didn’t judge me, and I didn’t judge her.

By the time the movie ended, we were both curled up on the couch, laughing and whispering like teenagers again.

But deep down, a quiet tension lingered in my chest.

I was changing.

And no matter how much I tried to rest and “take a break,” my body — and my mind — kept craving more of Adrian.