Talkie talk

I search for words but my mind is a mess as I look over at her, a thing of beauty tucked into the couch. "I...well...Me and Stacy broke up..." I say quickly, hoping she wouldn't pry. How does one tell his childhood friend that his ex-girlfriend felt like he was filling her sexual desires and fucked his best friend. Her eyes bore into me, searching my face as if trying to read my mind. "Honey, don't get me wrong cause that's always rough, but I can definitely tell there's more to the story. Now, I'm going to get up and get another beer, must be a hole in mine cause the contents disappeared way to fast, and I'm going to come back and your going to tell me the rest. And if not, I'm going to wrestle you to the floor and sit on your chest till you do like I use to do when we were kids," she says with a smirk as she sways back into the kitchen. My cheeks are flush at the thought of her sitting on my chest, her thick thighs straddling my head. I have a half of a mind to call her bluff in hopes she would really do it. But the other part tells me I should tell the full story since she's being so kind and taking care of me. I let out a sigh as sinks back into the couch, her eyes glued on me awaiting my response.