whistle. “Shit, Carrie, where the hell did this guy come from and are there any more of him?”
I shrugged and took a bite of my pancake. It had cooled during my storytelling, but it was still delicious. Krissy and I spent a few minutes eating in silence before I brought up something that had been hovering in the back of my mind since last night.
“I’m thinking about going on the pill.”
Krissy nearly spit out her mouthful of pancake.
I could feel my face burning, but I remembered what Krissy and Gavin had both told me. I was an adult. There was nothing wrong with what I was doing or what I wanted. And I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him inside me without anything between us. Skin against skin. How it would feel when he finished inside me, filling me up.
I shook my head and cleared my throat. I wasn’t going to tell Krissy any of that, of course. I had another explanation, which was part of my reasoning, though not the main part. “When we were going into the bathroom, I remember thinking that I hoped he had a condom because I was going to be pissed if he didn’t. Then, when we came back here, I realized that the ‘emergency’ ones I have wouldn’t fit him.”
I didn’t realize what I’d said until Krissy began coughing and had to take a gulp of her iced tea. I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look like I hadn’t just said something a little more detailed than I’d planned.
“Okay, spill.” Krissy’s voice was hoarse but demanding. “Are we talking you have mediums and he’s a large, or...”
I sighed. I knew she’d never let this go, and if I didn’t tell her, she might even consider saying something in front of Gavin, just to satisfy her curiosity. “You know those ones that we always joke about in the store? The ones we say have to be there for false advertising?”
Krissy shook her head. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
I gave her a slightly embarrassed smile. “Nope.”
“Wow.” She gave me a once-over. “How are you even walking straight?”
“Krissy!” I practically shrieked her name, completely mortified.
Tears streamed down her face as she laughed, doubling over. I leaned back in my chair and glowered at her as she cackled. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of any other type of response. Instead, I decided to call my OB first thing Monday morning and try to get in that same day. The idea of being able to tell Gavin that he didn’t have to be prepared, that he could just slide inside me whenever... I shivered.
Finally, Krissy calmed down and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said. Her voice was sincere. “I just never... I mean...”
I held up my hand and shook my head. “Just stop there. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s change the subject.”
“Agreed.” Krissy took a drink of her tea. “Did you find out anything more about the club?”
I shrugged. “Not much.” I sipped on my coffee. Ah, caffeine. “I didn’t actually get around to asking him about it, so I just know what he’d said before. Twice a week, the club is closed to the public and only members have access on those days. The same members who can use the room upstairs.” I flushed as I remembered my encounter in that room. “I have no idea how many members there are. I didn’t ask.”
Krissy laughed. “Oh, you mean you were too busy actually having sex to learn more about it.”
I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t actually that annoyed. Krissy always teased me about sex. It was just nice that, for once, it wasn’t about my lack of it.
“So,” she leaned forward, an eager expression on her face. “We got a little distracted before when we were talking about that room. You never did get to tell me much about it.”
I picked at a piece of bacon as I answered. “What do you want to know? How there are restraints attached to the orgy-sized bed? Or about the
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