“You want to eat me?” Deen grinned as she playfully narrowed her eyes. “I wish I had recorded that. Can you say it again for me, please?”

  “No,” I curtly said, frowning. I felt my neck burn from embarrassment, and I was certain Deen noticed me getting red. Okay, she got me there. One of the rare times she had a win. But I wasn’t in any rush to get back at her. I liked to see her enjoy herself. I was a benevolent best friend.

  “Such a spoiled sport,” Deen said, leaning down to rub our noses together. “But as much as I want you to eat me,” she continued, her breath washing over my lips, “I get to go first because I’m taller than you.”

  “What kind of rule is that?” I didn’t pull back. If this were me of the past, I would’ve slapped Deen for wafting her breath at me. It now felt normal. Which wasn’t a good thing.

  “A rule that I’ve made up. Also, I’m a few months older than you. Unless… you want to go at me first?”

  “I…” Should I agree and take the initiative?

  What game was I playing, though? Nothing. I didn’t intend to embarrass Deen or whatever. This was supposed to be purely for fun.

  So, I’d enjoy myself first. “You go first,” I nonchalantly said, even if I could feel my nipples hardening under my bra. The anticipation was building, my heart racing. This was more exciting than riding a roller coaster. And it was pretty difficult to get me excited. “Let’s see what you can do.”

  Deen cocked her head. “Is that a challenge?”

  “I’m reluctant to say yes… So, I’ll say no. Take it easy, okay?”

  “Don’t be scared,” Deen cooed as she pulled up my shirt. I raised my arms, helping her remove my clothing. Then she reached behind my back and expertly unclasped my bra with one movement. “Wow! Am I smooth or what?” She traced my spine down as my bra fell.

  “Or what?” I grumbled. I didn’t try to cover myself.

  She brushed my right nipple with the tip of her index finger. She grinned, noticing my arousal. Even my chest was flushed pink. She stepped up her game, rolling my right nipple between her index finger and thumb. I began to breathe heavily, and that excited her, as her smirk showed.

  She bowed down with parted lips. Without any words, I stretched my neck up to reach her. We locked lips and began a battle of sucking tongues.

  Deen’s other hand remained on my back. She pulled me closer to her, crushing me against her marshmallow mountains. I grabbed her breasts to fondle them.

  But she suddenly broke away. “Don’t do that.”

  “Wha-what?”

  “It’s my turn to play with you. All you have to do is enjoy it. Whenever you play with me, my mind just blanks out, and I let you do whatever. Not this time. Relax and enjoy.” She palmed my small breast and pushed me backward, cradling me with her other arm.

  Her lips licked my reddened chest and slowly trailed down to my breasts. She swirled her tongue on my skin, drawing closer and closer to my nipple with each round. My back arched involuntarily as I pressed my breast to her mouth. This is actually nice.

  As they say, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’. But what if I stay in Vegas, so this could keep happening? Just relax and enjoy, as Deen said. No scheming. No trying to get the upper hand. Savor the touch of an admittedly very beautiful woman who’d do anything for me.

  Forget about Adumbrae, Corebrings, the 2Ms, and all that. Make love, not war.

  Are we making love right now? Kinda? I bet I could get Deen to do pretty wild things. I’d also bet that she’d be way ahead of me; her degenerate brain had already formed plans to do wild things to me.

  As Deen continued to nibble my nipple—hey, that’s a fun line—her hand that had groped me caressed my abdomen. It didn’t stop there as she traced my waistband and slid her hand inside my pants before I could react.

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  Deen looked up at me with an unnerving hunger in her eyes. She looked super deranged. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this for a long time,” she said, running her finger between my legs.

  I wasn’t able to control the shiver that shot up my body at that contact. Deen knew that I knew that she knew I was incredibly aroused. I was willing to let her enjoy my body, but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of total victory.

  But it was too late. She wore a grin of triumph. “Did you like that?”

  “Oh, come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Are you seriously busting out a cliché line from a porno?”

  “What am I supposed to say?” She touched me again, a bit forcefully this time. “You’re wet.”

  “Another cliché line.” I faced left. I just couldn’t maintain eye contact. I couldn’t trust my eyes not to give away how much I enjoyed this. Just normal biological functions I couldn’t control. And Deen was attractive. “You probably are on the receiving end of such lines, so you don’t know—ow!”

  She chomped on my breast. Hard. “Oh, it’s regenerating,” she said, visibly disappointed.

  The red bite marks on my skin smoothed and disappeared. “I’m not like you, with your weirdo fetish,” I said. “Just focus on making me feel good. I should relax and enjoy, right? Why did you bite me?”

  “Because I don’t want you talking about my past relationships,” Deen said a-matter-of-factly. She pressed a finger on the burning ember of my groin and began to rub it.

  “Why not?” I loudly said to drown out the squelchy noises. Each stroke of Deen’s finger produced a slimy sound. The sound of my defeat. But it still felt pretty good. All I could do now was be nonchalant about it.

  “Because the past is past. I’m focused on the now,” she simply replied. “You’re my ‘now’, Erind Hartwell.”

  “How touching,” I sarcastically said. “And you’re touching me, heh.” I had controlled myself enough that I felt secure facing her again. We locked eyes as my body rocked. “Is this your first time doing it with a woman?”

  “Yep. This is better than with a guy. Girls smell nicer. And you’re very cute.”

  “Thanks… I guess.”

  Her hand on my back went down to enter my pants. She cupped my small butt. “Erind… are you up for an experiment?”

  “Experiment?” I guardedly asked. My best friend’s craziness was on the rise. I shouldn’t expect anything good from this ‘experiment’ of hers.

  “I mean, I haven’t tried this before, so I wouldn’t know how it feels. But like, I don’t think it’s going to hurt.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Her hand wiggled beneath me. “Back here—"

  “Deen!” My right hand went to her throat. I didn’t apply any force to choke her. Yet. “I swear I’ll decapitate you if you touch me there.” I grabbed her wrist behind me with my left hand and pulled her hand out of my pants. I wasn’t mentally prepared to go that far. Too many concessions to Deen, in my opinion.

  The dangerous thing was, if I allowed her to do this, she’d push my limits further and further. With a superhuman body, we could go really, really far. And I didn’t want to freaking go there.

  “Please…” she purred into my ear. “I just want to play with my doll—erm, no! No, I didn’t mean to say that.” She leaned back as she blushed.

  “Don’t blurt out your intrusive thoughts,” I said, holding her hand that was rubbing my wetness. “Just focus here, okay? Only the front side. Make me come, and then it’s my turn.”

  She shook her head. “That wasn’t our agreement. I’m going to eat you, remember?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah. You’ve already bitten me.”

  “That wasn’t it. You’re not that innocent, are you?”

  “Oh… You mean that kind of eating.” Truth be told, it didn’t enter my head. Now that it did, I wasn’t super opposed to the idea. It’d put me in a position of power over her. She’d be all submissive down there. That was a nice image.

  “Looks like you’re agreeing?” Something must’ve shown on my face.

  “What? I didn’t say any—”

  “But before that, I will ask you a very personal question. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But since we’ve explored each other’s bodies, I don’t think it’s too weird.”

  “What’s the question?” I tried to keep my voice straight as Deen continued to play with me.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I blinked. “Yep. I’ve had some boyfriends, but it was just cuddling and making out. I only had relationships because…” I didn’t continue explaining that I used guys for my petty schemes against bitches back in high school. “I was, um, just exploring.”

  Deen turned into a strawberry. With a squeaky voice, she whispered, “Can I… can I be your first time?”