disappointment

"That's it?" You say, grimacing, staring at Emma's lovely, dripping wet hand, which you want to lick, but first want to get this point across.

"Not good enough?" Emma raises her eyes.

"Well you barely did anything." you say. "That's your dirty story? You watched some other actresses get crazy and then got covered in a little cum? Nothing fun happened next?" You're not sure if you're encouraging her to just make more up, or to come clean. There has to me be more, you think.

Emma pulls her hand back from you. "What happened next was, the black guys tucked their big cocks back in their pants. We all wanted more, but they were done. So none of us were that lucky, except Jessica." she explains brushing her wet hand against her thighs, something she knows making her want to slip it into her panties again. "See, as they passed us up, one of the guys grabbed her by the hair and just started pulling her with them, fucking caveman style. She barely resisted but Bryce and I looked shocked. And he noticed so he said, 'This bitch here is a real fuckin' slut. We're taking her to meet some friends."

Emma takes a long breath. You sense that she's jealous or at least was jealous at the time. "Jessica came back the next day with her hair dyed blonde and wearing a crazy push up bra. She said that the guys did things to her that she could never have imagined. Then they told her she should be a blonde since all the best sluts were blonde. And that's why she's blonde in that movie. Because at any moment she'd get a call from the guys and would have to run off to them. So she had to be ready. In fact if you ever see Jessica Chastain being blonde, for a photo shoot or at an award show or something, it probably means she's got a fun weekend ahead of her."

Emma smiles. You asked for the rest of the details, now you have them. But a question creeps into the back of your mind. And you can't help but ask it.