Our dirty little secret
The sounds were obscene and beautiful.
We took breaks for wine and snacks, then started again. Around 2 a.m. we were still going — slower now, more sensual. Tongues and fingers everywhere, bodies pressed close, soft moans and whispers filling the dark room.
By the next morning, Lena and Ava dressed up to go to the hospital. Lena had almost forgotten about her family in the coma, the secret with Ava and her friends consuming her completely.
The drive to the hospital was quiet, but Lena's body still tingled from the weekend. The secret was expanding, and she couldn't stop now.