I told you.”
“We’re not going to take my car. It was two in the morning. Mila wasn’t done. Could I have your phone number?”
Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her. I felt her spread my cleft open with one hand while one finger of her other hand slowly stroked my wet membranes from bottom to top, making teasing circles around my clitoris. Involuntarily, I let out a giggle. This is a sensation so excruciating that only someone with really ticklish skin who has experienced it will appreciate it. Involuntarily, I let out a giggle. All I remember seeing is the road vanish from in front of me, reappear to my left, and then disappear altogether as my car swung even further round, tree branches whipping against my windscreen as I went off the road and down the steep slope. “I’m fine.”
“Of course you aren’t. That’s a promise.”
I sighed and looked up at the sky. By the time Mila released my breasts, I was breathing hard and I didn’t need her to tell me I was sex-flushed; I could feel the heat of it over my face, neck, and
