Chapter Three
Morgan parked in the basement parking garage beneath our apartment complex. It was well lit, but we always liked to hang out in the dark corner in the far rear, a small pocket drenched in darkness. It felt like we were in our own private world, hidden away from all prying eyes.
Sure, we agreed on splitting a bottle of red wine, but our nights out usually ended like this, just the two of us lounging in Morgan’s car, talking for an hour or more.
We sat in the gloom, no lights save for the chartreuse glow of the dashboard and the dim white haze from the head unit.
“Seriously, that guy was a loser,” Morgan said. She was lying crookedly, the way she liked, with her shoulders resting on the center console and her head in my lap. She had her legs kicked up, bent at the knees, the right crossed over the left.
The hem of her dress, though tight, crept dangerously along her upper thighs. I kept glancing down, hoping to get a glimpse. Though I hadn’t found the courage to outright ask Morgan about the size of her cock just yet, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
More than ten inches, that’s crazy…
“That was funny, what you said at the bar,” I said quietly, enjoying the weight of Morgan pressing down against my thigh.
She glanced up at me, smirking. “What was funny?”
I shrugged. “You know, your comment.”
She stretched her legs a bit more. The hemline of her cocktail dress scooted closer to her upper thighs, her toned bronzed flesh tempting my eyes.
Yes, it was tremendously difficult not to stare, but we’d been best friends and roommates since college.
I was quite well-versed in not staring at Morgan’s body.
Suddenly, she rolled onto her belly. She folded her arms across my thighs and rested her chin on her forearms. “No way, you’re not getting off that easily,” Morgan said with a playful grin. “Specifically, what comment was so funny?”
I blushed and looked away, staring into the darkness outside my window. “About, um…how his cock was small.”
I flicked my eyes back to her. She’d brushed her hair over her shoulder, allowing me to gaze upon her bare back, the slightly upraised rump of her ass with the cocktail dress rumpled around her upper thighs.
She’d kicked her heels off, crisscrossing her bare feet at the ankles, her toes curled playfully.
She shifted her forearms. Now, her bare palms were resting on my flesh.
I wonder if she realizes how wet she makes me, I thought idly.
“I feel like you want to say more,” she said with a smile.
I giggled nervously. “It’s just funny that you think a guy with a ten-inch cock is small,” I admitted.
“Well, that is kind of small compared to some people,” she said evasively.
Again, we locked eyes. The silence seemed to pulse around us. Morgan’s eyes were confident and knowing. She knew what I was getting at, but refused to say it aloud.
“I was just…” I started, but then trailed off.
“Okay then,” Morgan said with a devious smile. “I guess that settles it. We should go find that bottle of wine…”
She moved to roll off of me, to reach for the driver’s side door, but I caught her by the wrist, stopping her. “Hold on, okay, you got me,” I laughed.
“Oh?” she asked, her smile growing wider.
I took a deep breath. “Were you seriously implying that your cock is bigger than that?” I asked.
She scooted up on her knees, pressed closer, her hands folded over her crotch. Morgan’s voice dropped to a lower, conspiratorial pitch. “What do you think, Kay?” she asked. She slid her tongue across her lips. “You’ve had a peek at my cock before.”
There was something different in Morgan’s tone. She had a playful personality, sure. Of all her personality traits, that was one of my favorites. But her tone wasn’t necessarily playful.
No, it was flirtatious.
The way she looked at me, the way she spoke to me, the way a certain heat seemed to bleed off her body, it all gave me a tingling, pulsing sensation between my thighs. My stomach grew tight. My heart was beating hard. My face felt hot and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up.
She leaned in closer. Her breath was hot against my face. When she spoke, I could hear the soft wet smack of her lips.
“Or maybe you only saw my cock when I was on my meds,” she whispered as she gently tugged on the hem of her dress, slowly peeling the tight black satin higher along her thighs.
“Meds?” I asked, genuinely curious.
She giggled softly, throatily. She pressed her white teeth down on her bottom lip. “And here I thought you knew everything about me, Kay,” she said softly. “Even after all this time, we can still surprise each other.”