Or is she?

"How was that?" Ashley asks, startling both you and Salja.

"W-what?" you mutter, your tongue and lips still working funny from the pleasure of the ejaculation into Salja's mouth. "How ww-was w-what?"

"How was Salja's blowjob?" As far as you can tell, Ashley is still looking forward in the cab, but you can see a small toothy smile from her even in the darkness. It's strange that she isn't looking at you, but much stranger is of course that she just sat next to you not saying anything while you got a blowjob from her roommate, your mutual friend.

"Sorry, Ashley," Salja says sheepishly. "That was dumb, sorry--"

"Don't apologize," Ashley says. There's a strange warmth in your floormate's voice. "Come on, Andrew, I asked you a question. How was Salja's blowjob?"

You're so fucking glad that the divider between you and the cab driver is up now. You're mortified, red in the face as you try to stuff your dick back into your fly as quickly as possible. "Good," you say.

"Just good? That doesn't sound right. She made you cum pretty quick." She tsks. "You need to appreciate good head more, Mr. Carson."

"It was great," you say. "Really great."

"Mm," Ashley purrs. "Do you want to hear about a similar story of mine?"