“How is Jacob?” Gabbie asks.
She closes the box lid. “He’s good. It’s going to be a long road ahead, but he’ll be just fine. You know Jacob.” She turns to me. “But let’s not talk about boring old Jacob,” she quips. “I want to talk about Maeve and Blake.”
I bury my face in my hands. There really is no escaping this. I knew it was coming. Corrie is such a gossip monger. She cocks a brow. “So you and Blake…” she teases. “Tell us everything.”
The barista sets down Corrie’s coffee and lingers a bit, curious.
“Thank you,” Corrie says in a way that says,Get out of here, this is none of your business, girl. Jessie hurries off.
“Did I tell you guys how hot this guy is,” she adds. “Okay, tell us everything.”
I hesitate for a second or two, but I know Corrie, and I know I’m not getting out of this. “Well, you know, we did it… a few times,” I say. “That’s all you need to know.”
“Ooooh,” Corrie coos. “A few times.”
Kayla and Gabbie both smile widely, completely amused. It wasn’t too long ago when it was Gabbie sitting here in my seat, under Corrie’s probing gaze, powerless in the face of her insatiable curiosity.
“So first, there was the quick lay on the freezer,” she starts. “How did that go about? We’re you facing him, or was it down and dirty, from behind?”
Kayla and Gabbie both shake their heads, but neither of them object. They want the sordid details too.
I blush as I recall that first time, my first time with Blake. “We were in the storage room at his store—”
“He owns a store?” Gabbie asks.
Corrie scowls at her. “Yes, who cares? Stop interrupting, Gabs.”
I smile. “Anyway, we’re surrounded by extra inventory; cases of drinks, shampoo, gum… everything. It’s dark and tight in there,” I whisper and check to make sure no one else is listening, but thankfully, it’s just us in here. “And he’s right up against me, and I really want it so bad…” I can’t go on. I just can’t.
“Go on,” Corrie pleads. “Don’t leave us hanging.”
“Well, he touches me…” I don’t want to say more. I figure they all know what I’m saying.
But Corrie will have none of that. “What do you mean, ‘he touches you’?”
My eyes grow wide. “You know…”
“Oh, so he sticks his fingers in your pussy?” she says a little too loudly.
I shake my head, mortified. “Yes…” I whisper. “Anyway, I’m going crazy, but then… he just leaves me there, hanging.”
Dropped jaws all around.
“What an ass,” Corrie says.
“So now I’m angry, and I can’t stand it.”
“And horny as shit, I bet,” Corrie chimes in. Oh, how I love Corrie’s little observations and quips.
I laugh. “Yes, horny as shit,” I admit. “So I buy condoms. They’re right there behind me in the store. I text him to get his ass back over here, like yesterday.”
“You go girl,” Kayla cheers. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”
“Well, long story short–” I start again.
“No, no. Not ‘long story short’… we want the long version,” Corrie chimes in. “All the juicy details.”
I roll my eyes. “You know, there is such a thing as porn, Corrie. If you’re that hard up.”
