Dan and I stare at each other for a long while. My breathing is still heavy from John’s touch. Every time it seems like my pulse will slow finally, I remember the look on Dan’s face – a look not dissimilar from the one she’s wearing right now – as John’s fingers pumped inside of me just a few moments ago, and I get excited all over again.
After what seems like an hour but is surely only about two minutes, Dan stands up abruptly and says in an unfathomably casual tone, “God, Ana, that boyfriend of yours is hot.” I take a deep breath and watch as she stretches and looks towards the ceiling. Still not looking directly at me, she says, “I’m surprised you two aren’t exclusive. He’s clearly ready for it. He can’t keep his hands off you for five minutes.” She flashes me her winning smile, displa
