Like a Virgin
by MisterMilkshake
Copyright© 2026 by MisterMilkshake
Erotica Sex Story: His virgin bride prepares for her wedding night, without him
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism .
The doorbell rang on a bright Saturday morning. Caleb opened it in sweatpants and a t-shirt with a stain on the collar.
A young man in a white shirt and tie stood on his porch holding a pamphlet in one hand and a Bible in the other. He looked like twenty, maybe twenty-one.
“Good morning, sir. Do you have a moment to talk about the Lord’s plan for your life?”
“No thanks, man. I appreciate it, I really do. But I don’t believe in any of that.”
The young man smiled. “A lot of people say that. But sometimes all it takes is...”
“Look.” Caleb leaned against the doorframe. He saw the sweat beading on this young man’s forehead.
“Hot out there. You want to come in? I could use someone to talk to, honestly.”
The missionary’s face lit up. “That would be great! I think this could really change your life.”
Caleb led him to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and held one out. “Want one?”
He held up his Bible, “Oh, I can’t.”
“Right.” Caleb cracked it open and sat down across from him. “Rules. I remember all the rules.”
The missionary leaned forward with the expression of someone who’d been trained for this exact conversation. “You said you don’t believe. But it sounds like maybe you used to.”
“Yeah. I used to.”
“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Caleb took a long pull of his beer and set it down.
“You know, sometimes the Lord tests our faith,” the young man said. “And all you need is a friend to help you through it.”
“You really want to know?”
He nodded.
Caleb looked at his beer. Then at the ring on his finger.
“Emily ... absolutely stunning, fun, love of my life. She was raised real religious, the purity stuff was this whole thing. So, she was a virgin when we got married.” He paused. “Well, it’s complicated.” Another pause. “I guess it started at her friend Brooke’s apartment. It was a few months before the wedding.”
I sat on the hand-me-down couch with a beer I’d been nursing for forty minutes and tried not to feel like a third wheel between the two lifelong friends. Brooke’s apartment gave the “I shopped exclusively at thrift stores and head shops” vibe. A shelf of candles made the whole place smell like a patchouli factory that caught fire.
Emily and Brooke had been going back and forth about virginity for twenty minutes. I learned early on not to get involved in their disagreements.
So I drank my beer and I waited.
“I’m just saying,” Brooke said, pointing at Emily with the hand holding her wine glass, “you’ve built this up into something it doesn’t have to be.”
“I made a commitment.”
“Yeah, we both made that commitment. When we were too young to understand it. In a church basement.” Brooke took a sip of wine. “I also believed in Santa Claus. I grew out of that too.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“We were kids, Em. They scared us with tape and dead flowers and made us sign some silly card.”
“I didn’t just sign a card. I meant it.”
“I know you meant it. I meant it too. And then I went to college and found out how amazing a good hard fuck can feel.”
Emily covered her face. “Oh my God, Brooke.”
“What? It’s true. The world didn’t end. I didn’t burst into flames. It was just really, really good.”
Emily shook her head, but she was smiling behind her hand.
“Having sex at nineteen doesn’t make you enlightened, Brooke.”
“No, but it does make you a lot less tense.” Brooke poured herself more wine. “Look, I love you. I’m not trying to be an asshole. But you’re twenty-five years old and you’ve never even touched a dick. We shouldn’t feel ashamed of our bodies or natural urges.”
“I mean, she has a point,” I said.
I regretted piping up before I’d even finished the sentence. It just came out, more a product of blue balls and a warm beer than anything else.
Both women slowly turned to look at me.
Brooke held up her hand. “Not your place, dude.”
“I’m agreeing with you!”
“No, we’re debating our philosophies on life. You’re just trying to get your little ding-a-ling wet.”
“So? I’m gonna get my little ding-a-ling wet in a few months anyway! I mean, my good-sized ding-a-ling, err, dick.” I could hear myself spiraling. “Look, we’re gonna have sex anyway. What if it were a couple months early? That’s all I’m saying.”
Emily gave me that look, telling me I just fucked up. She crossed her arms. “You’re supposed to support the commitment we made together. Not gang up on me about it.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant...” I could feel the hole I’d dug getting deeper with every word. “I know it matters to you. It’s just hard sometimes, okay? I’m sorry.”
We must’ve had that same argument a dozen times. I kicked myself.
Emily got quiet. She was sitting staring at the coffee table, pulling at a loose thread on one of the throw pillows.
Brooke leaned forward. “Em? You okay?”
She didn’t answer right away. “Can I tell you something, Brooke?”
Brooke’s tone softened. “Always.”
Emily glanced at me, then at Brooke.
“I’m ... scared.”
Brooke put her hand on Emily’s. “Of what, babe?”
“The big night.” She pulled a pillow into her lap and picked at the tassels. “I know I talk about how special it’s going to be and how much it means to me and all of that. And it does. But I’m also really scared that it’s going to be a disaster.”
Emily pulled at a tassel until it came loose in her fingers.
It almost felt like I shouldn’t be listening in on that conversation, even though it directly involved me.
“I’ve tried stuff on my own,” she said. “To, you know, see how it felt. Down there.”
Brooke set her wine down. “What kind of stuff?”
“Fingers. A small toy I ordered online.” She said “online” the way you’d say “the black market.” “It hurts. Like, really hurts. I can barely get anything inside me. I just tense up and it’s like my body won’t let it happen.”
“Em...”
“I know they say it gets easier and you just have to relax, but I’ve tried, and it doesn’t help. Then I start thinking about the wedding night, how it’s supposed to be this beautiful moment, but what if it’s just me crying in pain while Caleb tries to figure out what he’s doing wrong. Like, what if I can’t even do it, what if my body is just broken?”
“Your body is not broken,” Brooke said.
“Then why can’t I get a small toy inside me without wanting to scream?”
“How small?”
Emily held up her ring finger. “Maybe this big around?”
“Okay, that’s tiny.”
“I know, and it still hurts.”
“Well, have you considered just letting Caleb...”
“Brooke!”
“Right. Sorry.” Brooke stared at the ceiling for a second. When she spoke again, her voice was slow and cautious. “What if I helped you?”
Emily wouldn’t look directly at either of us. “Helped me ... how?”
“Well, I have toys. A lot of them. Different sizes. We could start really small and work up gradually.”
Emily looked up to Brooke and stared blankly.
“Okay, I know how it sounds. But look, I know what I’m doing. To be honest, it actually took a few times before it really felt good for me too.”
“That doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing.”
“By this point in my life, let’s just say I’m well acquainted with women’s bodies, not just men’s. And I have quite a variety of sex toys, you have no idea.”
“So you’re just totally cool with just sticking a dildo in your friend?”
“I know you don’t know that side of me, but I’ve put more than a few things in my friends, and vice versa. I’ve got this one double-sided dildo, and remember Caitlyn from my old job? Well...”
“Brooke!”
“Okay okay, fine, I’m just saying, I can help.”
Emily was already shaking her head. “I’m not ... like into women.”
“It doesn’t need to be that kind of thing. It’s about getting your body ready so your ‘big night’ doesn’t suck. It’s basically physical therapy.”
“Physical therapy for my...”
“Pussy, Em. It’s called a pussy.”
“Yeah, but administered by my best friend from church camp.”
“I’m also a certified yoga instructor.”
Emily cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.
Brooke held up her hands. “Okay. Okay, maybe that was too much. Just forget I said anything.”
Against my better judgment, I spoke up again. “I mean, it’s not the worst idea.” I wasn’t sure if the words were actually mine or just my dick speaking through me.
“Excuse me?” Emily stared daggers at me.
I swallowed hard before continuing. “What? She has a plan, she wants to help you. All I’m saying is, having someone you trust who knows what they’re doing might help. That’s all.”
“You want me to let Brooke put sex toys inside me.”
“I just don’t want you to be scared on our wedding night. If this helps, then sure, why not?”
Emily looked at Brooke. Brooke looked at Emily. I sat there waiting for one of them to say something.
“Maybe,” Emily said.
That one word sent a lightning bolt through me.
After a few more drinks and an argument about whether sage green bridesmaid dresses were too close to mint, Emily was leaning on me and laughing too hard, trying not to topple over.
I drove her home. In the lot outside her building she leaned across the console and kissed me, then climbed into my lap and ground her damp pussy into my hard-on. I was afraid I’d cum right there. I pushed my hand up under her sundress, but she caught my wrist and held it.
“We better stop...” she whispered in my ear.
In my head, I was screaming. But all I said was “Right. I’ll, umm, walk you to your door.”
She slid off of me and stepped out of the car.
I walked her to the door, got another kiss on the landing, and drove back to my place alone. On the empty stretch of highway I kept replaying the words “physical therapy” in my head.
A few days later, we were eating takeout at her kitchen table when I brought it up again.
“So, did you, ya know, think about what Brooke said the other night?”
“What?”
“The offer. To help. With the, you know, physical therapy.”
“We were drinking, Caleb. That conversation got a little out of hand, okay? That’s all it was.”
“I think Brooke was serious. She wanted to help.”
“She was being Brooke. She says provocative things.”
“She has a plan. She has ... the equipment.”
“Her plan involves putting plastic dicks inside me, Caleb.”
“That’s kind of the point, so you know you can handle the real thing. So you don’t have to be nervous anymore.”
“Babe ... we’re not having this conversation...”
Something inside me wouldn’t let it go. I mentioned it again two days later on her couch while watching some stupid reality show. I brought it up in the car on the way to brunch that weekend. Basically anytime we spent time together.
The next time we hung out at Brooke’s, maybe a week or so later, I brought it up with both of them. Brooke was telling some story, I nodded along, not really hearing any of it.
I was just waiting for a lull.
“So, Em and I were talking. About your offer,” I said to Brooke.
Emily narrowed her eyes at me.
“He’s been bringing it up every day,” Emily said.
“Not every day.”
“Caleb, I swear to God.”
“Just hear me out, then I’ll shut up, okay?” I took a breath. “You said it hurts. You said nothing works. Brooke has the plan, the tools, the experience. Who do you trust more than her? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The worst that could happen,” Emily said, “is my best friend from Sunday school puts a dildo inside me.”
“Okay, but besides that.”
Brooke set her wine down.
“For what it’s worth,” Brooke said, “I’m not telling you what you should or shouldn’t do. No pressure, but I’m here if you want me.”
Emily closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“If I said yes,” Emily said, “what would happen?”
“We’ll find a time, and I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. What about tomorrow?” Brooke said. “Come over around two.”
Emily looked like a deer in headlights. “Tomorrow?”
“Or whenever, but I’m free tomorrow.”
“I guess ... it’s worth a try.”
Emily sat there quietly, hands in her lap.
Brooke smiled at her. “I got you. I’ll light some candles, have some wine, we can get nice and relaxed, and if you’re uncomfortable we stop. Okay?”
Emily nodded nervously.
I practically shouted, completely misreading the room. “All right! We’ll be there!”
They both gave me that look of shocked disapproval.
“We?” Emily said.
“Yeah. I mean, I want to be there for you too.”
“For what?” She crossed her arms. “What’s your plan here, buddy?”
“I just want to be there. For support.”
“You want to sit in a room and watch Brooke put a dildo inside me. For, what, moral support?”
“Exactly!”
“And you’ll only be there to observe? You’re not going to try to involve yourself?”
“No! No touching! I promise! I’ll just be there off to the side if you need me.”
“And absolutely no touching?”
“None. Cross my heart.” I actually crossed my heart, which made Brooke snort.
Emily held my gaze for a few more seconds.
She turned to Brooke. “Are you okay with him being there?”
Brooke shrugged. “Fine with me. Some guys are into that kind of thing.” She shot me a wry grin. “I’ll set out some lotion and tissues by the cuck chair. You know. For moral support.”
“Hey! It’s not like that!”
“Chill, I’m not judging. You do you.”
“That’s not...”
Brooke belted out a loud laugh.
We stayed for another hour, talked about the wedding, the caterer, seating charts. But all I could think about was her physical therapy session. I felt like I just won the lottery.
I could barely keep my composure as the night drew on. After taking Emily home, I couldn’t even wait to get back to my apartment to jerk off. I almost veered off the road as I blew my load into my hand thinking about Emily on the bed, her dripping pussy, the sounds she might make.
I jerked off twice more once I got home. My mind was racing all night. I wouldn’t have slept at all if not for the alcohol flowing through my veins.
Come Saturday afternoon, Brooke buzzed us in. I studied the sway of Emily’s ass as we made our way up the stairs. She stopped at the door and turned to face me.
“You’re there for moral support only. No getting handsy. Right?”
“Of course.” I smiled at her. “I promised, didn’t I?”
She held my gaze for one more second. Then she knocked on Brooke’s door. Brooke had wine waiting when we walked in. I drank slowly, I didn’t want to dim the experience one iota.
We sat in the living room for a while. Brooke mostly talked about trivial shit, filling the room with noise so Emily didn’t have to think too much.
Emily tried to seem relaxed, but I could tell she was anything but.
After we emptied a bottle of two buck chuck, Brooke stood up. “So, are you ready?”
Emily set her glass down slowly. “Okay.”
Brooke had lit two candles on the dresser and laid a towel across her queen size bed.
I started to sit on the corner of the bed, but Brooke stopped me. “No way, Emily said you could watch.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll just be sitting here, hands to myself.”
Brooke shook her head at me. “Not a good idea.” She scooped up a pile of clothes from her laundry chair, and tossed the whole mess onto the floor. “How about you hang out right here?”
I sat down, placing my hands on my knees, unsure where to put them.
Brooke tossed me a bottle of lotion. “Here ya go.”
I rolled my eyes and set it on the small table next to me. “Oh, come on Brooke, I told you that’s not why I’m here.”
“Up to you, as long as Em doesn’t mind.” Brooke turned to Emily.
“Oh, umm, I guess not.”
“I said it’s not like that!”
Brooke tossed me a box of tissues. “Just don’t get anything on the upholstery.”
I was starting to get a little annoyed. But I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment for me.
Emily stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, staring down at it like it might bite her. “How about one more glass of wine first?”
Brooke looked at her. “I’m not going to do this if you’re drunk, Em. If you’re not up for it, we can do it another time, or not at all. This is your show.”
“No, I’m ready. I just...” Emily pulled at the hem of her shirt. “It feels kinda wrong.”
Brooke has this evil grin when she’s about to say something fucked up. “Don’t worry, Jesus isn’t watching. And if he is, he’s a perv, so he can’t really judge.”
“Oh my God, Brooke.”
“Just lightening the mood. Sorry.” Brooke sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Let’s just sit for a minute, okay?”
Emily looked at the bed for a second before sitting down next to her oldest friend.
Emily let out a breath. “Okay. What do I do?”
“Well, first thing, you’re going to need to get undressed.”
She sat there not moving as her face turned red.
“Come on, it’s not like you’re going to be wearing clothes on your ‘big night’.”
“Yeah, I know...” she said quietly.
“Here, what if I get undressed too.” Brooke started undressing. Within a few seconds she was down to her black lace bra and thin Star Wars panties, but Emily stopped her.
“Wait ... I don’t really want my fiancé watching another woman naked.”
Brooke’s not a bad looking girl, but, compared to Emily ... I wasn’t going to be watching Brooke. Either way, I thought it would be better to bite my tongue.
“Sure, whatever makes you more comfortable.” Brooke pointed at Emily’s clothes. “But those do need to come off.”
Emily took a deep breath, and pulled her t-shirt off slowly and tossed it to me. “Here babe, can you hang on to my stuff?”
“Sure thing!” I said. The words echoed in my head. I sounded like an idiot.
She unhooked her bra and tossed that over too, then pulled her shorts off. She sat there in white cotton underwear, arms crossed over her chest, looking at the floor.
I just stared at those perfectly shaped tits. I actually mumbled “God damn,” under my breath.
“Underwear too?” Emily said.
“Em...”
“Okay, okay...”
She slid them off and tossed them straight to me without making eye contact.
That was actually the first time I ever saw my fiancee naked if you can believe it. Her cute little pussy was just ... good god.
But anyway, Brooke pulled this box out from under the bed and dumped an assortment of toys out onto the comforter. Emily’s eyes tracked across them and stopped on the biggest one. “Holy shit!”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere near that one, unless you want to,” Brooke said as she picked up the smallest one and held it up. It was about the size of a pinky. “I was thinking we can start here. How’s that sound?”
Emily nodded.
“Just lie back whenever you’re ready.”
Emily lay back on the bed and pulled a pillow under her head. She stared at the ceiling fan with the expression of someone trying to put on a brave face at the dentist.
Emily let out a sharp breath when Brooke touched her snatch for the first time.
“You need to be at least a little wet,” Brooke said. “I’m just going to massage you with my hand first, get you warmed up. I’ll go slow, and if you say stop, we stop.”
She held her eyes closed. “Okay.”
I watched my Emily’s tits rise and fall as her breath became heavier.
All the blood had drained out of my brain and into my dick.
After a few minutes, Emily’s pussy lips were glistening below the small landing strip of neatly trimmed hair. Brooke picked up the toy. “I think you’re ready. What do you say?”
Emily just nodded, not even opening her eyes.
Brooke placed the tip of the toy against Emily’s opening and held it there without pushing. “Just feel that for a second. Nothing’s going in yet.”
Emily tensed up. “Mmhmm.”
“Try to relax your legs. You’re clenching everything.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know. Think about something else. What are you thinkin’ for the cake flavor?”
“Lemon.”
“I’d go chocolate but lemon’s interesting.” Brooke pressed the toy forward slightly. Emily sucked in a breath through her teeth. “That’s just the tip. We’re going to sit right here for a minute.”
I was watching from six feet away. I could see Emily’s stomach muscles clenched tight.
After waiting for Emily to relax a little, Brooke pushed a little further. Emily winced.
“Too much?”
“No. Just ... go slow.”
It took about twenty minutes to get the smallest toy all the way in. Brooke was talking her through it in a soft, steady voice, mixing instructions with mundane conversation to keep Emily’s brain from spiraling.
“It’s all the way inside you. You’re doing great.”
Emily opened her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. How’s it feel? Does it hurt at all?”
“A little. But not like before. Just ... weird. Good, in a way.”
“That’s progress. Want to call it a day?” Brooke said.
“Mmmhmm,” she responded quietly.
Brooke slowly pulled it out. Emily let out a small groan as it slid out of her wet pussy, then opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
Emily turned toward me after standing up, grinning with pride.
I tried to stand without drawing attention to the erection in my pants. I handed Emily her clothes, and she motioned for me to turn around.
“Oh come on babe, I just watched you...”
“Turn around.” Brooke grabbed my shoulders with both hands and spun me toward the wall. “If you want to be here, you follow her lead.”
I stood there facing the wall feeling like a kid in timeout. I could hear Emily putting her clothes on behind me.
We sat in the kitchen afterward eating chips and drinking. We talked about this and that, nobody mentioned what just went down.
In the car on the way back to Emily’s apartment, I reached over and put my hand on her thigh. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She paused. “It was just kinda weird.”
“Just think of it as physical therapy, like Brooke said.”
She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder. “I just want our wedding night to be amazing.”
I squeezed her. “It will be, don’t stress about it.”
She was quiet for a minute. “Sorry about Brooke, with the lotion and stuff. You know how she is.”
“I know, she’s ... well, Brooke.”
Emily asked nervously, “Like, do you do that, though?”
I panicked inside for a split second. “Uhh, I mean ... all guys do that, it’s normal!”
Emily giggled quietly. “Okay, don’t get defensive.” She paused a beat too long. “If you need to ... it really is okay.”
“I don’t know, it’s awkward.”
“You feel awkward?”
I laughed. “Fair. Do you think it would make you feel less awkward if I did?”
She paused for a moment. “Maybe.”
“Okay.”
After walking her to her door, we kissed on the landing. She went inside, and I headed home sporting a raging hard-on. It took about forty-five seconds to deal with it once I walked into my apartment.
The girls decided to make Saturday afternoons a standing appointment. At the second session, Emily showed none of the nerves she had the first time. When we arrived, she kicked off her shoes at the door and walked straight to the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and turned around.
“What?” she said to Brooke, who was watching her with raised eyebrows.
“Nothing. Just impressed. Last week I had to basically guide you in there like a horse into a trailer.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“You stood staring at the bed like it was a guillotine, and that was after we polished off a bottle of wine.”
The laundry pile was still on the floor from last time, but the chair had accumulated another week of clothes. I turned to Brooke. “Should I just...”
“Yeah, sorry, you can toss that stuff on the floor.”
The lotion and tissues were still where I’d left them on the small table.
Emily began undressing as I moved the laundry pile. By the time I sat down, she was standing naked in front of me holding out her clothes. She smiled at me coyly as I took them from her. I sat there in awe, studying her body.
Brooke stripped down to her underwear and guided Emily down to the bed. “Mind if I try something?”
“Okay...”
“I’d like you to be a little wetter this time.” She straddled Emily and moved up her body, taking one of her nipples in her mouth. Emily took a sharp breath.
Brooke looked up at her. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah, just ... what are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to get you in the right physical and mental state. You can’t just jump right to jamming something up your twat.”
Emily laughed loudly. “Brooke! You’re terrible!”
Brooke suddenly moved up to kiss Emily as her hand slid down to start rubbing her pussy. Emily closed her eyes and moaned softly.
“Hooooly shit,” I muttered under my breath.
I noticed a small dark spot of precum starting to form on the tent in my pants.
I convinced myself I just needed to let it breathe. I opened my pants to free my painfully hard cock, which was now pulsing in the open air.
Brooke slid back down and grabbed the small toy again. Emily was more relaxed when it touched her this time. Her pussy was dripping wet, and Brooke slid it into her in one smooth motion.
Emily let out a soft moan.
“Your body remembers.” Brooke worked it in and out slowly over the next few minutes. Emily’s face was flushed and her breath was getting slower and heavier until it started to become ragged.
Just then, Brooke pulled the small toy all the way out. “I think you’re ready for an upgrade.”
Emily opened her eyes wide and looked directly at Brooke before nodding eagerly.
Her eyes met mine as Brooke reached for the next toy. Then her gaze dropped down to the hard-on in my lap, pointing straight up at the ceiling. She bit the side of her lip and held my gaze briefly before laying her head back just as Brooke began rubbing the tip up and down her slit.
It had taken every ounce of my willpower to stop myself from jerking off like a madman. But once Emily gave me that look I was done for. One squirt of lotion into my hand and I was off to the races.
Emily let out a squeak as Brooke pressed the tip of the second toy into her pussy.
“Breathe, Em.”
“I’m breathing. It’s just ... more.”
“I know. We don’t have to go any further today if you’re not ready.”
“No! I want to.” Emily was almost pleading.
It took a while, but Brooke worked it all the way in with the patience of someone defusing a bomb, pulling back whenever Emily’s thighs started to close, pressing forward when she began to moan.
By the time she’d worked it all the way in, Emily began to shudder and yelled out, “Oh my God! Oh ... god ... mmmmnngh!”
It was about that time that I shot my load into one of the tissues provided by my gracious host.
After taking a minute to come down from her high, Emily opened her eyes, looking like her head was still spinning.
“Brooke, what the hell was that?” Emily asked, still breathing hard.
“Have ... have you never had an orgasm before?”
“You know I’m saving myself for marriage.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think ... I’m not judging, just ... wow, okay.”
Emily started to smile. “I ... I didn’t realize it was...”
Brooke smiled back at her. “See?”
Caleb picked at the label on his beer.
“So there I am, sitting six feet away from this wild scene, thinking it’s the best day of my life.” He laughed bitterly.
“Then, as I’m trying to wipe off my dick after I busted a nut, they both look at me at the same time and start snickering.”
The young man sitting across from him winced, his eyes darted around the room uncomfortably.
“You wanna hear this or not?”
“Sorry, I just...”
Caleb took a drink and continued talking.
Emily tried to seem apologetic. “We’re not laughing at you, babe! It’s just, kind of crazy, all of this.”
I let out a deep sigh as I closed up my pants.
Afterward, we all sat in the living room chit-chatting like it was a normal Saturday afternoon.
Except, the way Emily looked at Brooke seemed different. But I couldn’t tell if I was too in my own head, or if there was more to it.
She was oddly quiet when I drove her home that night. Then she reached over and squeezed my hand. “So, I guess you had a good time?”
“Well, it was not what I expected.”
Emily blushed. “You’re tellin’ me ... I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“So you’ve really never ... had one of those?”
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