"My dad is pounding my mom hard," Jenna whispered through the phone, her voice so low that I had to strain to hear her. "Listen."

I was sitting on my bed with my shoulders hunched and my head tilted downward as if by making myself smaller, I'd be able to hear her better.

"Can you hear my mother?" Jenna asked.

"I can barely hear you," I said.

"Sorry," Jenna whispered. "I can hear her through the door. She's grunting, like those girls on Pornhub who are taking so much dick they can't think."

I laughed.

"Am I sick for thinking this is hot?" Jenna asked. "I'm so wet right now."...