his touch. But the thoughts always ended with the same image trumping
them all: Mandy’s horrified expression. Brooke blinked it away and shook her
head like she had just snapped out of a bad dream. Her chest sank with a longwinded
sigh.
Evy watched,
drumming her nails on the counter. “Just tell me what happened.”
Brooke turned to
a pumpkin carved into Halloween Jack’s face, her eyes blurring it into an
orange blob. “Mandy was thinking about giving her Big V up to this douchebag
last night and I blew it for her.”
“How’d you
manage to do that?”
“I really don’t
want to talk about it,” she said, avoiding Evy’s eyes.
Evy shook her
head. “You probably saved her from making a big mistake.”
“Oh, I think I
did.”
“Mandy needs to
be sure before doing something like that.”
“Like you were?”
Brooke asked, seeing an opportunity to shift the focus to someone else.
“Yes, like I
was. I knew Richie was the one for me and I’m glad I saved myself for him.
We’ll always have that together.”
Brooke stared dully
at her for a few seconds. “Aren’t you the least bit curious what it’s like with
someone else?”
“Not really.”
“You need to try
something different.”
Evy pressed her
lips together. “For your information, we tried something different last night.”
Brooke arched an
inquisitive eyebrow. “You finally had a threesome with his hot brother?”
“Ewe, no!”
“Anal?”
“God no! That is
so gross.”
Brooke’s posture
slumped. “Oh Evy, please don’t tell me you let him cum in your face. That is so
demeaning.”
Evy laughed hard.
“No, you idiot, I didn’t let him cum in my face.”
“Well, then
what?”
She took a
calming breath and held Brooke’s steady gaze, biting her bottom lip. “We…used
an electric cock ring.”
Brooke went
slack-jawed, her mind now completely bogged down. “You did what?”
“And I’m not
even going to lie; when I first heard that buzzing I was terrified. But it was
so…”
A loud knock at
the front door made them jump. They slowly looked from the door to each other
in the eerie stillness that followed.
“Probably Joe
from next door,” Evy whispered. “Every time he sees me over here he stops by to
borrow a rake or something.”
Brooke frowned.
“He’s married.”
“Doesn’t stop
him from looking at my chest.”
“I hate that.
You know they’re storing up mental images to masturbate to later on. It’s a
violation of my right to privacy.”
The knock came
again.
Evy glanced at
the door, drumming her red painted nails against the soapstone slab covering
the island table. “You answer it.”
“No way. You
answer it.”
“You live here
now.”
“Temporarily.”
“So.”
Another knock,
this one louder, drew their attention again.
“Let him keep knocking.”
Evy pressed her
lips together. “He sees your car in the driveway.”
“I don’t care.”
The pounding
came again, followed by multiple presses of the doorbell which vibrated
Brooke’s head like a gong. An irritable sigh seeped from Evy as she went to the
front door. Brooke watched her go, wondering how she could possibly stomach
making small talk with someone she hadn’t seen since her father’s annual
Memorial Day cookout at a time like this.
Evy pulled the
large door back and stood silent.
“Hi Evy.”
Her voice
hitched before speaking. “Tasha?”
“Is Brooke
around?”
“Are you okay?”
Tasha looked
down. “Oh yeah, it’s just a costume.”
Evy stood stone-faced
and then stepped to the side. “Come on in.”
Brooke cringed
when Tasha’s bloody outfit triggered flashbacks from the night before. Ben
towing Tasha by the rope now missing from her wrists, Abraham Lincoln, and the
look of sheer horror on Mandy’s face all took turns jabbing her with pointed
sticks. “Why are you still dressed like that? And how did you know I was here?”
Tasha traipsed
into the kitchen, looking just as tired as Brooke felt. “I
them all: Mandy’s horrified expression. Brooke blinked it away and shook her
head like she had just snapped out of a bad dream. Her chest sank with a longwinded
sigh.
Evy watched,
drumming her nails on the counter. “Just tell me what happened.”
Brooke turned to
a pumpkin carved into Halloween Jack’s face, her eyes blurring it into an
orange blob. “Mandy was thinking about giving her Big V up to this douchebag
last night and I blew it for her.”
“How’d you
manage to do that?”
“I really don’t
want to talk about it,” she said, avoiding Evy’s eyes.
Evy shook her
head. “You probably saved her from making a big mistake.”
“Oh, I think I
did.”
“Mandy needs to
be sure before doing something like that.”
“Like you were?”
Brooke asked, seeing an opportunity to shift the focus to someone else.
“Yes, like I
was. I knew Richie was the one for me and I’m glad I saved myself for him.
We’ll always have that together.”
Brooke stared dully
at her for a few seconds. “Aren’t you the least bit curious what it’s like with
someone else?”
“Not really.”
“You need to try
something different.”
Evy pressed her
lips together. “For your information, we tried something different last night.”
Brooke arched an
inquisitive eyebrow. “You finally had a threesome with his hot brother?”
“Ewe, no!”
“Anal?”
“God no! That is
so gross.”
Brooke’s posture
slumped. “Oh Evy, please don’t tell me you let him cum in your face. That is so
demeaning.”
Evy laughed hard.
“No, you idiot, I didn’t let him cum in my face.”
“Well, then
what?”
She took a
calming breath and held Brooke’s steady gaze, biting her bottom lip. “We…used
an electric cock ring.”
Brooke went
slack-jawed, her mind now completely bogged down. “You did what?”
“And I’m not
even going to lie; when I first heard that buzzing I was terrified. But it was
so…”
A loud knock at
the front door made them jump. They slowly looked from the door to each other
in the eerie stillness that followed.
“Probably Joe
from next door,” Evy whispered. “Every time he sees me over here he stops by to
borrow a rake or something.”
Brooke frowned.
“He’s married.”
“Doesn’t stop
him from looking at my chest.”
“I hate that.
You know they’re storing up mental images to masturbate to later on. It’s a
violation of my right to privacy.”
The knock came
again.
Evy glanced at
the door, drumming her red painted nails against the soapstone slab covering
the island table. “You answer it.”
“No way. You
answer it.”
“You live here
now.”
“Temporarily.”
“So.”
Another knock,
this one louder, drew their attention again.
“Let him keep knocking.”
Evy pressed her
lips together. “He sees your car in the driveway.”
“I don’t care.”
The pounding
came again, followed by multiple presses of the doorbell which vibrated
Brooke’s head like a gong. An irritable sigh seeped from Evy as she went to the
front door. Brooke watched her go, wondering how she could possibly stomach
making small talk with someone she hadn’t seen since her father’s annual
Memorial Day cookout at a time like this.
Evy pulled the
large door back and stood silent.
“Hi Evy.”
Her voice
hitched before speaking. “Tasha?”
“Is Brooke
around?”
“Are you okay?”
Tasha looked
down. “Oh yeah, it’s just a costume.”
Evy stood stone-faced
and then stepped to the side. “Come on in.”
Brooke cringed
when Tasha’s bloody outfit triggered flashbacks from the night before. Ben
towing Tasha by the rope now missing from her wrists, Abraham Lincoln, and the
look of sheer horror on Mandy’s face all took turns jabbing her with pointed
sticks. “Why are you still dressed like that? And how did you know I was here?”
Tasha traipsed
into the kitchen, looking just as tired as Brooke felt. “I
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