Her Friends Are So Excited

Her weight shifted abruptly, one knee digging into my sternum as she leaned over me. The phone screen illuminated her victorious grin from below, casting shadows that made her canines look sharper. "Now..." she purred, tapping something with manicured nails, "Let's see how fast they reply when they see this sweet photo of you kissing my butt." The whoosh of a sent message might as well have been a prison gate slamming shut.

The first ding came before I could catch my breath—followed by a rapid-fire symphony of notifications. Sanah's thighs tensed around my ribs as she giggled, scrolling with glee. "Nyla says hers has bunnies," she announced, wiggling the phone just out of reach when I tried to knock it away. "Aisha's got pandas—oh! She says we should line you up at her sleepover and she who gets the most kisses."

Her hips rocked forward suddenly, pressing the damp fabric of her leggings against my nose as she arched into a victory shimmy. "Mine first," she sang, grinding the words into my face with each syllable. The cartoon kittens stretched obscenely with every motion, their tiny paws now framing my nostrils. "Say it," she demanded, bouncing lightly to punctuate the command. "Say 'I belong to Sanah's butt.'"

I tasted the lie before it left my lips—cotton fibers and the bitter tang of her detergent—but when she clenched her thighs, the syllables tumbled out in a humid rush against fabric: "I...belong to Sanah's butt."

Her squeal tore through me, hands flying to her mouth like she couldn't believe her own power. "Oh my GOD," she gasped, hips stuttering mid-bounce, "Wait til they hear—" The phone clattered onto my chest as she grabbed my face with both hands, thumbs smearing my stretched lips. "Say it again. Slower."

I felt the words form before my brain could stop them—her palms were damp with my breath, her eyes wide and liquid with triumph. "I...belong to—"

"To?" she prompted, rocking forward until her heat pressed against my chin.

"Sanah's butt," I choked, the admission sticking to my teeth like cotton candy. Her knees hit the carpet on either side of my head as she collapsed into giggles, her whole body shaking with it.

She rolled sideways, clutching her stomach and kicking her legs like a capsized beetle, her laughter climbing into dolphin-like squeaks. "Ohhh my—*gasp*—god, say it—*wheeze*—again!" she managed between breaths, flopping onto her back and pressing her palms to her streaming eyes.

The phone skittered across the floor as she convulsed, her leggings riding up to reveal the smudged kitten print now stretched taut over her thigh. "You—*snort*—you LOVE it!" she howled, drumming her heels against the carpet, "Say you wanna marry my butt! Say it say it—"