Tessa
It was Thursday, Carlos’s day, I thought as I stretched in my bed the next morning. I’d let Ron drive me home in the early hours of the morning. We’d had another session of agonizingly slow s*x soon after the first time, and it had opened my eyes to what I’d been missing out on. I’d had no idea s*x could be so much fun, or that you could crave it that way.
I also had no idea how sore you could be the next day. I winced, but grinned as I did it. At least I’d had fun earning that soreness, I decided as I got out of bed and headed to the shower. A nice, long shower fixed most of the soreness. I went out to the kitchen to see my two best friends waiting for me, both with expressions on their faces that screamed ‘tell us everything now’.
“Hi,” I said, shyly.
“Don’t give us that ‘hi
