Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I gape at her.
“What? Oh my god, I didn’t hear about that.”
Peyton nods seriously.
“I guess she was on the roof of a building and a helicopter swooped out of nowhere and clipped her. I mean, she wasn’t injured too badly, but it made the headlines, and Rose Law was in the news for their trial work.”
“Wow,” I say, impressed. “That must have been an interesting case.”
“Oh, it was,” Peyton nods in agreement before popping a piece of croissant in her mouth. “The shock value was insane, trust me. But you know, other girls have told me that James, Brad, and Casey share an apartment, in addition to sharing a law practice. It’s allegedly a giant penthouse in one of the fanciest neighborhoods in Chicago. You can definitely get covid from other people in your household.”
That makes me scrunch my nose because the living arrangement sounds strange.
“I had no idea that grown men even had roommates,” is my reply. “Weird.”
Peyton merely shrugs and grins.
“Who knows? Rent in this city is insane, so maybe they’re trying to economize.”
I giggle.
“By living in a penthouse? That’s a little bizarre.”
Peyton shakes her head.
“But it isn’t bizarre at all if you like to share girls because that’s what they do, remember? They date one girl at a time and she takes all three of them simultaneously. So if you factor that in, then it totally makes sense because if they want to plow her non-stop, then they’ll need a big place where all of them can live. Otherwise, everyone’s bouncing between a couple different apartments, and it gets annoying.”
“Ah ha, I see,” I say with a smile. “So I guess it’s a logistical thing. But still, my original quandary hasn’t been answered. Something weird is definitely going on because these men didn’t put it in last night, and I just don’t understand why. Am I too ugly? Maybe they only save penetration for women they’re emotionally involved with? Maybe they’re romantics at heart? Who knows?”
Peyton merely takes another sip of her coffee, before shrugging slowly.
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t worry about it so much, Carrie. I mean, it’s clear that they’re into you, so I think it’s just a matter of time. You just met them, girlfriend,” she winks. “Besides, I bet by next time, they’ll give it to you good and you’ll be walking around with a limp, sore from taking their you-know-whats super-deep.”
“Oh my god, you’re so bad!” I squeal with laughter. “Actually, come to think of it, I want to be sore and achy because it would feel so good. Can you imagine? Yum,” I hum blissfully.
My friend nods saucily, shifting a bit in her own seat. But then, Peyton gets a thought and cocks her head at me.
“But did you say you were begging for it?” she queries with curiosity. “And they just wouldn’t deliver?”
I nod.
“I begged so many times. Oh my god, it wasn’t even funny and most guys would be inside in a New York second right? But all three of them abstained. It was seriously weird.”
My pretty blonde friend nods, her expression thoughtful.
“Well, maybe they’re doing that whole reverse psychology thing then.”
I throw her a puzzled look.
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs, flipping her blonde hair back.
“Well, maybe James, Brad, and Casey are trying to make you want them more, and so what they’re doing is holding back. You know, making you really desperate so that you become a raging inferno.”
I stare at her.
“Peyton, I’m more than a raging inferno at this point. I’m raging like a machine, if you get what I mean.”
My blonde buddy giggles.
“Oh my god, you’re so hysterical with your puns, Carrie. But it’s an idea, right? I mean, to make things rage even more? After all, playing hard to get is a classic technique that dates all the way back to high school. Maybe they’re building up anticipation so that by the time they finally put it in you, they can stuff you full whichever way they want, no questions asked.”
“And which way would that be?” I ask with an amused smirk. “I mean, I’ve already made it crystal clear that I’m game for just about anything.”
Peyton winks at me.
“I don’t know, Carrie. You guys were doing some pretty rancid stuff last night, but I’m sure there’s something left. Although girl, I have to say I’m impressed. I couldn’t see you guys that clearly from the bar, but anal fisting? Whoo-wee! Where did you even learn that?”
I cast a look about before leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner.
“It’s easy,” I whisper. “Well, not exactly easy, but you have to practice with a dildo first, so that you’re ready for a man’s hand. And then the prolapse … well, that takes a little more practice, but I’ll let you in on my secret technique if you’re really interested. You just have to work up to it.”