Let’s clear the air.

“And you’re sure you’re completely fine with what happened? No PTSD, no lasting trauma?”

“Yes Lin, it’s all right. I’m really not upset about it.”

“Okay, good. Because I’m real sorry Tiff.” Tiffany sneaks in a soft “It’s okay” as Linda continues. “I should have warned you earlier. Should really have stopped myself as soon as I asked to see your dick. Should have stopped myself from even having the thought! Seriously This love for cock is no joke, Tiff! It can make me… huhh…very forward.”

“Yeah, it was pretty noticeable thinking back,” Tiff lightly chuckles. “Especially with those slip-ups earlier.”

“Ah dammit!” Linda hides her face in a pillow and sobs. “I tell ya Tiff. It’s a curse, that’s what it is! How’s a girl gonna have any hope in this world when she can't control her own degeneracy…”

“I don’t think it’s such a bad thing actually. To be…perverse. It’s natural, you know? Just a side that some prefer not to show. There's no shame if having those feelings. And, it’s not such a bad thing to express that with others… I guess? Wait…Maybe…Um…I…I-I think it’s okay to be a pervert! Ehh…you know, if you’re not hurting anyone…or…”

Linda looks at Tiff grasping her meaning. Then she grins.

“Hmm. True. There’s no shame in expressing it. I guess that explains why you pronounced it ‘orgasm’ instead of ‘organism’ in the last week of biology.”

“Ahh! No, I— Um…That’s a perfectly reasonable mistake!”

“For a snot-nosed freshmen!” Linda laughs.

“What! Wait, no—They’re very similar words!”

“‘Eject’ and ‘erect’ are too, right?”

“That one was…yeah,” Tiffany resigns her fluster. “So my next biggest secret is that I’m a pervert!”

“Really? Definitely explains why you introduced your book report on The Witches of Eastwick as The Witches of Breastwick.” Linda teases.

“Nooo! I’m getting exposed by softcore of all things!” Now Tiffany hides her face in a pillow and sobs.

“Aw, it’s fine Tiff. No one probably noticed. Not like anything's ever gonna top me reading out loud ‘Dildo Baggins’ for an entire chapter!”

Tiffany bursts laughing out of her pillow. “Oh God yeah, that one was pretty bad.”

Linda sighs. “Pretty hard being a pervert, huh Tiff?”

“Hehe, yeah. And, well…I guess, maybe… you can understand why I’m not too beat up about this?” Tiff admits through growing embarrassment.

“Yeah. I do. A bit sus though, being okay with getting taken advantage of because you ended up liking it. But as long as you’re not gonna press charges on me, hahaha.”

Tiff puts on a voice. “Linda Flores! Open up! You’re under arrest!”

“Nooo officer! I wasn’t my fault! I’m cursed with a ravenous hunger for dick!”

“Is that so? Care to explain?”

“Okay, so it’s like…HmmMMM…Damn, like…Dick is just, like, really good okay! I don’t even know where to start. Like, it’s in your hand and you can just…feel it, you know? It pulses. It throbs. It’s almost like having a heart in your hand. It’s so…exciting! It’s like a switch is turned on. Makes me feel good. Gets my heart pumping. No…that actually happens way before!”

Tiffany watches Linda rave with wonder. She gawks at Linda’s enthusiasm unaware of how it’s affecting her.

“Seeing a live dick just sparks something in me! Really jump starts my motor! Then comes the want, the need to have it. Just holding the dick is invigorating. And then putting it in your mouth is even better! The taste…uh…not always the best, but feeling it is just so good. It’s all so good! Like, really good! The feeling of it in your hands! I-I-In your mouth!! Hah! AND IN YOUR—”

Linda cuts herself off. Tiffany’s face glows red listening and watching Linda gush about dick. Her pants noticeably tent. With growing embarrassment Linda looks at Tiff. Tiff then realizes what Lin is probably looking at.

“AH!” Tiff yelps shamefully covering her lap with a pillow. She turns her head away from Linda. “I-It’s nothing. Nothing really.”

“I’m sorry Tiff. I really gotta watch myself.”

“N-No! It’s nothing, really. Y-You know how boners just randomly happen. Always at the worst times too.”

Linda begins to smile. She chuckles at Tiff’s remark. “You’re so cute!” She teases.

Tiffany gasps feeling even more flustered. But also something else wells up in her. She begins to snicker and moves the pillow to cover her mouth. She turns back to Linda giggling, and soon enough they're laughing together.

“I’m glad we could talk Lin. It was really scary at first, but I really don’t regret the experience.”

“I’m glad too. You mean a lot to me Tiff, and I never want to hurt you. I’m happy we could…get something out of this mess.”

“Hey…they do say that first times are always kinda messy right?” Tiffany grins.

“Oh yeah gurl! So true. Let me te—Oh God! That WAS your first time! NOOO, that’s so much worse!” Linda grabs Tiffany’s pillow and sobs into it.

“No, don’t worry. It’s all good Lin, really.” Tiff pats Linda’s back.