Audrey shrugged. “It’s not like I’m a prude. I just don’t…want some guy…or should I say bloke?...to whip his dick out after thirty seconds of kissing like I am going to get down on my knees and thank him for the privilege, you know?”
“I’m sure you know who he is,” Audrey mused, planning a little revenge by spreading around who it was who did something so…crass and lame!
Audrey felt a little silly for not figuring it out. It seemed kind of obvious now…
“Girl time,” she announced simply. “Turn the lights off and sit around and talk about…stuff?” She patted the bed text to her. “Wrap in blankets and talk about sex and crushes and sex and parties… And, you know what else?” Audrey grinned. “Sex?” She laughed at her own joke.
“We usually push the beds together at SWI but they are way easier to move and there are usually more people,” Audrey told her. “But I miss it and it’s fun so we should stay up most of the night talking about stuff.”