5

“What do you feel like doing tonight?” I asked Lucy. She was lying in her bed across the room from me. She wasn’t going out, even though it was a Saturday. She said in her words, not mine, “I’m giving my pussy a rest.”

She said that as much as she tried not to sleep with them, all the time, sometimes it was too hard not to resist.

I couldn’t imagine what that even felt like. I could only dream about it and have my dirty fantasies about Adonis and Chaz.

“I say that we get dressed, go out and get drunk.”

She laughed. “Who’s speaking to me? Kiara? You want to go out and get drunk?”

I nodded my head, thinking that I couldn’t believe as well that the words had left my mouth, but it was what I felt like doing, and nothing else would do.

“No emails tonight?”

I smirked. “No. Remember? They have my number. We’re in the twenty-first century, you know. No one emails these days…your words not mine.”

“I hate it when you do that, smarty pants.”

I laughed. “If you’d seen my grades lately then you w