As we were finishing, Mila looked over my shoulder. “Juliana, you’re a lot more important than you think. Since I rarely go to restaurants by myself, of course this is usually when I’m with Mila. “Poor Juliana, your muscles are so stiff. “I thought it was you. When she finally touched the tip, I involuntarily bucked so hard that my lower back and hips rose off the bed. I need a shower.”
“The bathroom’s over there.” I sighed slightly. “And I’m very glad I did. I absolutely couldn’t do it. I felt utterly unattractive, without the slightest shred of self-worth. “There!” she said. “The term is ‘vulva’. “Of course I know about that. This time I was prepared for her to kiss my toes, but I still couldn’t suppress the giggle. Could I have your phone number?”
Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her.
