No

I wanted to tell her. I really did. I just had no idea how to – how do you tell your best friend that you fucked her boyfriend and then he tried to **** you in her room?

“Hey, do you want to see something cool?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“What?”

“You can’t tell anyone. And don’t laugh.”

“Sure,” I said. “What already?”

Biting her lip, Chrissie got out of bed and went over to her desk. She rummaged through a cluttered drawer and pulled out a long, thick glass rod. I stifled a giggle.

“Is that what I think it is?” I grinned.

“Yup,” she sniggered. “Ten inches long.”

“That looks expensive,” I said.

She shrugged. “I dunno, Nick bought it for my birthday.”

“He bought you a dildo?” I said in disbelief.

“Yeah. Anyway, watch this.” Tilting her head back, she lowered it into her open mouth, and her throat bulged as it all but disappeared. I felt my pussy begin to moisten.

My jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”

She pulled it back out and grinned, wiping the saliva from her lips. “I’ve been practicing.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I muttered.

“Want to try?” Chrissie asked, holding the dildo out towards me.