I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers.
Me: And what if it was someone
else? An executive?
A shrugging emoji comes through, followed by another text.
Sidney: I guess they’ll all find out
their boss is GETTING IT.
Jesus fucking Christ.
You know, I’ve never really thought about dying, but I definitely didn’t think it would come at the hands of my best friend. She’s going to send me to an early grave.
Google…Can you die of blue balls?
What the fuck am I even chatting? I haven’t got blue balls. Wait, no, I do, but they’re considerably better than they were a week ago. Helps that I’ve finally satisfied a long-standing craving that I didn’t think would ever be sated.
Slumping in my chair, I stare at the messages between me and Sidney, unable to stop the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. We’ve always been good, better than good, but this level of intimacy has changed something. It’s free and I realize I can have just as much fun as she is.
Me: So who do I get to tell? Should I put up a billboard that
says I made Sidney Adams scream?
I scrub a hand over my mouth, grinning behind it as I watch three dots appear and then disappear. That happens a few times before her reply comes in.
Sidney: Noah Calahan… I didn’t scream.
Me: You sure about that?
Sounded a lot like screaming to
me. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking
lovedit.
Sidney: Not screaming. That was
moaning. There’s a difference.
Me: Oh yeah? Either way, I want to hear
it again.
Sidney: You think you can do it twice?
I was just horny.
Me: I’ve already done it twice.
Sidney: Once. The second time
didn’t count.
My head snaps back as I stare at her message. What the fuck does she mean it doesn’t count!? I had her whimpering with my face between her legs. That fucking counts.
Me: Sorry, was tongue-fucking
