Letting Go (Vice, Virtue & Video) by Bianca Giovanni

out.
It’s sort of work-related. We were fooling around at her house and we decided
to take some pics.”
    “Yeah, because you don’t have enough footage of you getting
your dick sucked.” She shakes her head, but she’s still got an amused look on
her face.
    “Come on, Lo! Is there such a thing as too much footage of me getting my dick sucked?” I joke.
    I put my phone back in my pocket, and she leans back farther
against the wall, covering her face with her hands.
    “Another relaxing day filled with unexpected penis,” she
sighs.
    I completely crack up, turning onto my side to look at her
better. She’s too cute: pink and giggly and sweet as can be. That’s true
beauty, the kind that just shines out from the inside. Nobody has that quite
like Lola. She’s perfect, legitimately perfect.
    I smile up at her, but my eyes start to wander down her
body. She fuckin’ radiates gorgeousness. I don’t want to stare at her
tits—even though they’re certainly very eye-catching—so I try to
look down to avoid getting busted for checking her out. The unfortunate part of
that decision is that I end up at eye level with her zipper. I feel like I have
Superman’s x-ray vision and I can see her panties through her jeans…and the
fuckin’ paradise that lies beneath her panties.
    “Hey, eyes up here!” she playfully reprimands me, snapping
her fingers.
    “Sorry.” I chuckle, trying not to look too guilty.
    “Were you just staring at my crotch?” She raises her eyebrow
accusatorially.
    “No.”
    “Bullshit!”
    “All right, fine. I might have glanced at it.”
    “You are like an animal during mating season sometimes! You
can’t be within six inches of a vagina without switching into sex mode.” She
rolls her eyes, but she’s giggling, so I know she’s not actually mad.
    I grin up at her. “Sorry that I’m so captivated by your
dainty little vagina.”
    “Oh, my God!” She erupts in loud laughter, throwing her head
back.
    I nudge her legs open and rest my cheek on her thigh,
staring right at what I consider to be heaven on earth. “Sorry that I think
it’s so…exquisite.”
    “You’re terrible!”
    “Sorry that it’s my fuckin’ favorite part of your body,” I
tease. The last few words are muffled because I press my face between her legs.
    “James!” she squeals, shoving me back as she loses it with laughter.
    I grin up at her and wink.
    “So that’s your favorite, huh?” she says, still giggling.
“My tits have taken a backseat?”
    “Damn! Good point,” I remark. “Okay, it’s a tie.”
    “Honestly, I just don’t see how vaginas could have such
staggering drawing power.” She makes a very played-up scoff as she looks down
at me.
    “The drawing power of your vagina is on par with a black
hole. I’ve crossed the event horizon, and I’ll never be heard from again.”
    “I don’t know that I like having my vagina compared to a
black hole.”
    “Just gravitation-wise,” I clarify, much to her amusement. “’Cause
I know that thing’s tight, baby.”
    “Oh. My. God!” She smacks my shoulder. “You are so filthy!”
    “And you are so cute when you’re blushing,” I retort. “I say
something nasty to you, and I get to look at that pretty pink on your cheeks.
If it’s really, really nasty, I bet I could get you to turn nice and pink
somewhere else, too.”
    She looks down at me and tries to look mad before she gives
me another little shove. “Shut up,” she says sweetly.
    I kiss her knee and sit up, throwing my arm around her. She
pretends to look annoyed, but she leans into me and cuddles into my side. My
cupcake!

Chapter 9
– Lola
     
    James and I sit at a table near the window in the small
Greek restaurant. I come here a lot when I miss him—so I practically
lived here freshman year. I wanted to take him here today, since he’s leaving
tomorrow. It reminds me of all the delicious food his mom cooked when we were
little. James, of course, learned all those recipes,