“Yeah. She’s still sad about it, but I’ve been trying to distract her and cheer her up.”
Nick elbows me. “By giving her the D, right?”
I roll my eyes at him. “By being a good friend.”
Travis finishes up on the bench press, and I stretch out on the mat next to him.
“What are you and Briar up to later?” Leo asks.
I clear my throat, trying to think of a lie. No way am I going to tell him what we’re doing.
“Uh…we’re…” I’m clearing my throat again.
Nick, who’s stretching out next to me, just laughs. “Dude, you know exactly what they’re going to be doing.”
Leo looks at me. “Oh. Right. Sorry.” He turns away as he starts to smile.
I let out a breath. They all think Briar and I are going to fuck…but if they knew what we were actually going to do, their jaws would be on the floor.
I stand up. “You guys done yet? I’m starving.”
They all finish up, and we head to the diner. The whole time we’re there, the only thing I can think about is what I’m about to do with Briar.
* * *
“How do I look?” I ask, standing in front of Briar.
The mask I’m wearing has two small eye holes that are difficult to see through, but Briar’s smile is so bright, I could see it from a mile away.
“Oh my god, you look so hot!” she squeals.
I laugh. “Really? I don’t look like a psycho?”
She traces a finger along my bare chest. I shiver at her touch.
“You look like a hot psycho,” she says. I laugh.
The soft purr in her voice makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“Seriously though, you look insanely sexy.”
When Briar told me the other night that one of her fantasies was to see me wearing a scary mask, shirtless, while holding herby the throat, talking dirty, and using her vibrator on her, my brain almost melted. It was so unexpected.
Here she is, this sweet virgin with all these filthy fantasies.
But I love it. She’s exploring what turns her on. And she trusts me to be the one to do it with her.
She runs both hands up my chest, pressing her body against mine. “Is it weird that this is one of my fantasies?”
I shake my head. “Nope. It’s very, very hot.”
I look over to the bed, where her vibrator is.
“How do you want this to go?” I ask her.
“I want you to throw me on the bed, climb on top of me, and grab my throat.” Her voice is breathy, like she’s already turned on just thinking about it. “Then I want you to use my vibrator on me and talk dirty.”
Underneath the mask, I smile.
