Yes

A few moments later, Chloe emerged from her room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at Tiffany with a mix of guilt and something else—desire? "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

Tiffany sighed and sat down on the couch, her anger giving way to curiosity. "What did come over you?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended. "You know I liked him."

Chloe sat next to her, keeping a respectful distance. "I know, I know," she said, her voice small. "But...I just couldn't help it. He's so..." She trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "So what?" she prompted, her voice even.

Chloe took a deep breath. "So, I guess I was jealous," she admitted. "You've always had guys like him, the ones who aren't assholes, the ones who actually listen and treat you right."

Tiffany stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You're jealous of me?" she asked, incredulous. "You're the one who gets all the hot guys."

"But they're all assholes," Chloe said with a pout. "They're only interested in one thing. And you...you get the sweet guys. The ones who actually care about you."

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Like Dan?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

But Chloe nodded earnestly. "Yeah, like Dan. He's different. And...his cock is just so big," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. "I've never had anything like it."

The room went quiet again, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, to Chloe's surprise, Tiffany's expression softened. "How big?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

Chloe's eyes went wide. "Like, seriously big," she whispered, her hand moving to her mouth as if to demonstrate. "I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth without gagging."

Tiffany's mind raced with the revelation. Despite her anger, she felt a thrill of curiosity. "How did it taste?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Chloe bit her lip, looking away. "It was...amazing," she murmured. "He's so much better than any of the guys I've been with."

Tiffany felt a strange mix of emotions—hurt, anger, but also something else. "What do you mean?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes narrowed.

"I've given blowjobs to a lot of guys," Chloe began, her voice shaking slightly. "And they usually...you know, finish quickly. But with Dan, it was like he could control it. He enjoyed it alot, but he didn't cum." She paused, looking at Tiffany with a hint of wonder.

Tiffany's eyes narrowed. "How do you know he didn't cum?"

Chloe looked down at her lap, playing with her fingers. "Because I would have swallowed," she whispered.