Sort of? Someone might be smart?

Trish raised her hands and lowered her head. “You win. I’ll tell you. You said you owe me ten. Just, don’t say anything today. Okay?”

Chrissy tilted her head. “Say anything? Eddie. Are you threatening her!”

“No no, Chrissy. Nothing that serious,” Trish said with a smile. But I could see a bit of worry beneath her.

Chrissy was giving us both that curious look, but Trish seemed to be giving an serious look. One that told me she wasn’t lying. She grabbed her phone. I got a text. Shoebox under my boxspring, but I had a bedframe that… clever bitch. She pulled a panel back to slid it in the hollow space back there.

I let out a sigh. "You are a good friend. I'm sorry I got a bit carried away."

“It's okay. We all have those days. I gotta . Just, promise me you will be careful, okay?” Trish asked.

“Yeah. I will,” I said. I would prove I could handle this. She was only asking because she was a true friend.

I decided to eat a bit quickly. I wanted to get back to the book now more than ever.

“It’s nice seeing Trish and all, but to be honest. I… am kind of glad she left. I am still kind of horny from last night. Can we?” she asked peeling her shirt back.

I kind of got myself hard from earlier. I smiled and we stripped right there in the living area and she practically jumped on me as she wrapped her legs on me. I brought her to a wall to brace her as I pushed deep into her.

“Fuck me! You are the best!” she screamed.

“I know!” I said. “Damn girl your feel good. Admittedly you aren’t usually this horny two days in a row.”

“I know! Someone must have fed me something with strawberries in it! But that is one of the perks of having a an athlete boyfriend. He can handle me no matter how needy my pussy gets.”

“Damn straight girl,” I said. Now there was a thought. The influence of this book and some strawberries. “Would you make me some strawberry pie tonight?”

“Seriously?” She blushed. “You’d… fuck. Ah…. You…. aaaaa. Why does it feel so much better. You… whats gotten into me. I know normally I wanna slap you, but… Maybe. Okay?”

I smiled. And just thrusted into her even harder. I really wanted some time to study this book. Tomorrow it was back to school, so I had to make today count. After I brought Chrissy to an intense orgasm, she said she’d clean up and then do some shopping for the strawberry pie. That would give me plenty of time to study.

That book held so much knowledge and I couldn’t even really remember any of it. I wanted to find out all of it! Some piece would be important!

***

As the hours went by. I did learn a few things I could remember even with the book closed. I could never remember words. But the symbols written in drawings I could remember! The drawings I could remember as well. I got a vague feeling I needed certain types of waxes and chalks and the like. So while Chrissy was out. I asked her to fetch some for me. It got late. Ugh.

I realized I was in a bit of an awkward spot. As much as I knew she wanted to have dinner and probably fuck again. I felt like I was soooo close to something special. But I could see her catching glimpses of me in here. And she seemed to be in that mood. That one where she was like. Mad. But not like hit me mad. But like cry mad.

But when I could forget everything by morning… and I would have to wait until saturday… ugh. What to do? Why did she have to give me that face? Hmm.