Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
It takes thirty seconds to spot the girls. They’re at the northeast window table, three golden heads gleaming in the morning sun, like a toothpaste commercial. Stella sits with her back ramrod-straight, spooning Chobani into her mouth in demure little swipes. Kayleigh sprawls on two chairs, leggings painted to her calves, eating a breakfast burrito like it’s payback for a war crime. Mary Kate, in a pink cable-knit sweater, sips her latte and scrolls her phone, hair tucked behind one ear like she’s auditioning for a Target ad.
I limp over, tray in hand, my own breakfast untouched and only for show. My stomach is still doing flips from last night, and my brain can barely keep up with the present. I slide into the empty chair at the table’s edge.
“Hey bitches,” I say, voice only a little raspy.
Kayleigh grins. “Someone’s walking like she got hit by a freight train.”
Stella drops her spoon, eyes wide. “Did you stay out all night?”
Mary Kate gives me the side-eye, not unkindly. “Did you even sleep? You look rough, girlfriend. No offense.”
I place my phone on the table, screen-down, and fold my hands like I’m about to pray. “Ladies,” I say, channeling my inner Bond villain, “I have an announcement.”
Stella leans forward, eyes wide. “Did you—?”
Kayleigh interrupts, shrill: “Did you get laid?”
Mary Kate claps a hand to her mouth, gasping. “Oh my god. Andie. Did you win?”
I tap my nails against the table, savoring the build. “Well,” I purr, “I’m prepared to claim victory, but there are some extenuating circumstances.”
Kayleigh’s burrito freezes midair. “Spill. All of it. Now.”
Stella’s eyes bug out. “Wait. Who was it? Was it Jake Namors? Please say it wasn’t my hot T.A. because I was going to try and bag him—”
I flip my phone over, unlock it, and thumb to the single photo I managed to snap last night. The picture is nothing but a hand and a cock—no face, no clues—just the monster shaft itself, glistening with what can only be described as a gorgeous mix of bodily fluids, the head thick and swollen, a pearly trail beading along the underside.
“Ladies,” I say, “please admire the single greatest achievement of my life.”
Stella lets out a high whine and covers her face. Kayleigh is speechless, which is new; she just gapes, then lets out a breathy, “No. Fucking. Way.” Mary Kate leans in, then recoils, blushing so hard her ears turn magenta.
Kayleigh’s voice comes back online. “I feel like that’s against the Geneva Convention because it’s so big. It’s a missile. No, it’s a warhead.”
I cackle. “Right? The thing is, it looks even bigger in person. Like I was scared for my literal health.”
Mary Kate peers closer, whispering: “Did it even fit?”
Stella, peeking between her fingers, finally manages, “Oh my god, how long did it take him to work it inside you? Hours, right?”
Kayleigh: “Wait, whose is it?”
I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Never got a name. Never saw a face. He was just there. I ran into him outside the Faculty Club at 11 p.m. last night. Literally, because he has a chest like a wall, and I thought I broke my nose at first.”
Mary Kate chews her lip. “Oh my god, you hooked up with a stranger? Like is that safe?”
“He was wearing an expensive suit,” I say gamely, “so I don’t think he was some random homeless person. But you guys, he was so fucking hot. Like, mind-erasingly hot. The whole thing was so fast, I barely had time to process.”
Kayleigh: “I need every single detail. Did he at least buy you dinner first?”
I shake my head, grinning. “Nope. I was walking, he was lurking. Next thing I knew, I was up against the wall. He just took control.”
Stella pauses delicately: “Was it consensual?”
“God, yes,” I say, my face heating. “I wanted it so bad. Like, I didn’t even know I wanted it until he touched me. My whole body just completely flipped and I was moaning for it like a whore.”
Kayleigh: “I’m so jealous I could cry.”
Mary Kate shakes her head, still stumped: “Wait, so you let a rando raw-dog you behind the Faculty Club?”
“Well actually,” I say with a queenly expression, “it wasn’t my pussy. He put that monster cock in my ass. Yes ladies, we had anal sex. My anal cherry is now officially popped.”
There’s a hush. Even the table next to us, full of football guys, goes weirdly quiet. My friends look at me, blinking, trying to process.
Stella: “Wait. Did you say—?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. He took me in the ass, okay? My rear end. And you know what? It was incredible. It felt soooo good, and that’s the reason why I can barely even sit today. I still feel so stretched back there.”
Kayleigh, after a stunned beat, shouts: “I fucking knew you’d be first, you dirty bitch!”