May gets jealous

Amelia burst into laughter. “Oh, honey, I’m a handful. You sure you can handle it?”

“I bet I could,” Elliott said with a smile. “I handled her pretty well, didn’t I? You heard her.”

May flushed. “Hey,” she said, trying to sound playful. She wondered if it was jealousy that she was feeling. Maybe it was all a joke, but it took a stronger woman than she was to just laugh off her friend getting hit on right in front of her by a man who had fucked her only the day before.

“You did!” Amelia giggled. She looked around the room, framing different parts of it with her fingers. “Where’d it all go down? By the window? On the desk? I know May likes it a little rough.” She grinned at her friend. All jokes. Jokes, May reminded herself. She had decided nothing more was going to happen with Elliott, so the three of them could just joke around. This was a good thing.

Elliott gestured toward May. “Right about where she’s standing,” he said.

“They always go back to the scene of the crime,” said Amelia. May could practically feel her blood pressure rising. She just wanted to turn tail and run now that it was done. They had no reason to stick around any longer, but Amelia didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. “Did you make her cum, or are you one of those selfish guys?”

“She’d know better,” said Elliott.

Amelia’s eyes were on May. “Yeah,” she admitted. Their little encounter had been short, but she had gotten off at least once. She swallowed hard and fingered the ring on her left hand. Where exactly this was going, she didn’t know. May watched, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. A twinge of jealousy flickered within her. She felt like an outsider in this moment.