"Out! Blerg! Sorry!"

I race to the couch and practically bury myself under the scratchy old quilt laying there. I'd never really thought about Chris in a sexual way. He's not super my type, kind of tall and lanky, really pale. I'm thinking about him now though.

I've sort of always had a thing for red heads. I tell myself to shake it off. Maybe it's the shots of tequila but I can't stop imagining how heavy it must feel. It was really thick. I try to imagine what it would look like hard. Shit this is my boyfriend's best friend! Shit I'm getting really wet!

I can't think like this.