Lea glanced up at her friend, who was gawking at the attractive black couple. Cherry was curvier than Gianna or than Lea — nearly as curvy as Kirsten herself — but Kirsten had said she liked folks with more pigment than she had, and Cherry and Prior certainly fell into that category. As the music soared to yet another cacophonous crescendo, Lea said, “Kirsten’s my very best friend, and hasn’t got a date tonight. I was thinking maybe you guys could entertain her.”
“Entertain?” asked Cherry.
“Uh-huh. Remember the game we played the night before your wedding, Cherry?”
Cherry snorted. “Never Have I Ever?”
“No,” Lea said, smiling. “The one after that.” The one where you, Sean and I boffed while our then-fiancés f****d down in the garden.
Now Cherry’s jaw too dropped. “Uh…” She whispered so
