I couldn’t walk straight.

Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on me.

Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke.

Tasha was somewhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still fucking those guys , if she was looking for me, if she saw what happened.

Didn’t matter.

All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs.

My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to me like shame. I could feel how messy I was every time I moved. I could smell...