Josephine

"I'm getting shitfaced tonight." Candice exclaims, holding up two fancy bottles of tequila. "Who's with me?"

"Me!" Ananya and I both raise our hands.

"That's what I'm talking about, bitches." Candy plops down next to us on the floor. We're having a girls' night slash sleepover at her place. Her very fancy and expensive place. The penthouse she moved into a few months back. Sometimes I forget just how much money a real estate agent actually makes.

But Candy isn't one to flash her money and brag about it. Only sometimes, though. Like when she insists on paying when we're out—and I don't really fight her on it—or when she buys me designer bags for my birthdays. She's the best.

And we haven't had a girls' night in so long.

"I missed you, girls." She fake sobs. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." She adjusts her pajama shirt. We're all wearing the same red satin pajamas I got us for Christmas. I have a blanket thrown over my bare legs.

"Right?" Ananya sighs and accepts the shot glass from Candy. "You were busy with a very expensive deal and I had a hectic schedule these last few months trying to make up for when I went to India for my cousin's wedding and this lady right here," she gestures to me. "Is busy with her boo."

"Her sexy hunk of a man." Candy nods. "How is he, by the way?" She smirks.

"Oh, he's splendid." My lips stretch into a grin as I raise my shot glass.

"To new beginnings." Candice says cheesy.

"To, uhm, working hard and playing harder?" Anya smiles sheepishly. She isn't the best at doing toasts, but it's something we love about her.

It's my turn to say my toast, so with a dead serious face, I say, "To not being a virgin anymore." I tip back my glass and barely swallow the contents of it when I see their gaping mouths.

Candy recovers first, and she downs her shot before letting out a scream.

"Oh my god! Are you shitting me?" She tackles me to the ground and chokes me with her weight as she hugs me.

"I'm not shitting you." I laugh, then pat her back. "You're killing me."

"Oh, right. Sorry." She laughs as she leans back and pours another round of shots for us. "I forgot you're shaped like a little kid."

After tipping back the second round, Candice gives me a devilish smile.

"We need all the details." She demands.

"Candice..." Ananya sighs.

"I'm gonna need more alcohol in my blood to spill the details." I drink straight from the bottle, then heave a sigh when I recall all my moments with Leo. "But he was so perfect. He's perfect."

"His physique is perfect. I'll give you that." Ananya raises her glass.

"He's been nothing but patient, attentive, loving and just perfect." I sigh. "You know how well he reacted when I told him I've never been with anyone. And we've been doing things at my pace."

"That's the minimum, babe." Candice deadpans.

"Shut up." I laugh. "He took his time every time we were intimate before we actually had sex." I seem to spill everything without so much alcohol as I thought. "He's been able to make me cum every time."

When they stay silent, I focus my gaze on them to see Anya is grinning at me, and Candice has a puzzled look on her face.

"He gave you an orgasm each time he went down on you. Good job." She mock claps, but I see it in her eyes. She's thrilled for me.

"Oh, come on." I throw my hands in the air. "You know I had trouble with that."

"Candy here is bitter because you snatched Leo and not her." Ananya sticks her tongue out at her.

"Does he have a brother?" She asks, not denying it.

"He does." I nod and see her eyes light up. "He's engaged. And deeply in love."

"Bummer." She waves a hand dismissively in the air. "Back to you doing the dirty."

"Don't call it that." I cringe. What Leo and I do isn't 'dirty'. I don't know who came up with that name.

I grab the bottle of cranberry and make a cranberry vodka with a 20-80 ratio. Eighty being the vodka.

"Walk us through what happened." Candy encourages me.

"What do you think happened?" I give her a look.

"Did he give you head before? What positions, how long did he last, how long did you guys go at it...the usual stuff." She shrugs.

I take a deep breath and a big swallow of my mix. "Well, yes. He gave me head. Three times."

"Damn," she nods, impressed.

"Three orgasms in one night. That's really good." Anya squeezes my hand.

I furrow my brows and try to count how many orgasms I actually had that night. Can't remember the exact number but it was definitely over five.

"I came during sex as well, so it was more than three orgasms that night." I tell them since they want to know the details so much.

They both gasp, though one would think someone shot another in the head in front of her from the way Candice chokes on her drink and clutches her heart.

"He made you cum while he was inside you?" She asks slowly.

I give her a puzzled look. "Yeah. Then we took a break, and I came again."

"So he was actually thrusting into you when you came?" She asks further.

"Yes." I chuckle. "What's the big deal?"

She fake sobs. "Where can I find a man to make me cum during sex?"

"As I said, he made it all about me." I palm my cheek, feeling them getting redder at the memories. "He literally worshiped my body."

"It's what you deserve." Anya says.

"Okay, stop making us jealous." Candy shakes her head. "We need more details. Positions. Time frames. All that juicy stuff."

I drown my drink and pour another one as I answer.

"We stuck to missionary our first time. But we've been experimenting more and more each time."

"And?" This time it's Anaya wanting more details.

And I'm not sure if it's the alcohol in my system that's making me spill all the details or finally being able to talk about my own sexual experiences. Normally it's them that babble about their escapades and I stay silent. But not anymore. Thanks to Leo.

"And what?" I laugh. "We've been going at each other like rabbits ever since."

It's been more than a month since then and we literally can't keep our hands off each other.

"Have you been on top?" Candice wiggles her eyebrows.

"Not really." I say sheepishly.

"You need to." Anya says. "It's really empowering."

"It is." Candice agrees.

I'm really happy to finally be able to discuss these things with my girlfriends.

"I'm letting him take the lead for now." I shrug and take a pull of my drink. "I don't know if I'll even like that position."

"How will you know if you don't try it?" Ananya says.

"Bitch please." Candy scoffs. "I'm sure you'll like every position when his cock is inside you."

Usually, it's Leo on top of me, or we're on our sides. Or he's pushing me against a wall or door. But not me on top. Though I'm more confident with him, being on top with the power in my hands, it's nerve racking.

"I don't know how I should move!" I suddenly exclaim. "Like, how..." I do a weird movement with my hips and they laugh.

"Spell coconut with your hips, girl." Candice tells me.

"What?"

"Spell it with your hips. In cursive." She moves her hips in a sexy way, demonstrating and I try to follow her, but the vodka in my system replaced the rhythm in me.

"Remember that belly dancing class we once took?" Anya speaks up. I nod. "Move just like how the instructor told us."

"Okay, I can do that."

•••

"Shhh." I look at my friends with wide eyes. We traveled to Candy's bedroom a few hours later when we decided to watch a thriller movie.

"Just do it, bitch." Candice slurs. Trying to grab my phone from me. I slap her hands away a few times and settle my back on the headrest.

"You don't have-" Anya hiccups. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

I don't know how much alcohol each of us have consumed so far, but from our dilated eyes, slurred speech, and slow movements, I'd say a helluva lot.

"I don't want to." I sob.

"Do it." Candice says again in a sterner voice. Then she laughs. "Like the Nike slogan. 'Just do it.'"

I raise my foot in the air to show the Nike socks she lent me earlier. We burst into laughter, and I roll on my side, clutching my stomach.

"If you don't," Candice says. "You're sleeping on the couch."

"I thought we're sleeping together." I pat her bed. "Here."

"Not if you don't call him." She yawns and taps her cheeks to wake herself up.

"He's already sleeping." I counter. Checking the timestamp on my phone, I see it's almost midnight. Leo likes to go to bed early and wake up early. Well...except for those few nights we pulled an all nighter making love.

My cheeks heat at the memories, and I pull up his contact number from my favorites.

Truth is, I miss him. We've been inseparable these past few weeks, him sleeping in my bed every night and being in my apartment when I come back from work.

"Okay," I inhale. "I'm calling him, but—"

"Not call. FaceTime him!" Candice hisses.

"That's what I meant."

"But not what you said."

"Same thing." I say.

"No, it's not." She shakes her head and cringes. "Saying and meaning are two different adjectives."

"Verb." Anaya says softly, resting her face on her palm.

"What?" Candy and I speak at the same time."

"Saying and meaning are verbs, not adjectives."

Candy rolls her eyes. "That's what I meant."

I point a finger at her. "But not what you said. Ha."

"Ha ha." She sticks her tongue at me and I do the same. She tries to snatch it with her fingers, but I slap her hand away.

"Leave my tongue alone." I screech, laughing. "I need it."

"For what?" She pumps her brows. "Sucking your boyfriend's dick?"

"Exactly." I nod. I need it for more than just that, but yes, I need it for when I suck Leo off. He particularly likes it when I tease his slit with my tongue.

"Oooh." They both hoot.

"Stop stalling." Candice says.

"Okay." I press the green button. "Don't say anything, okay?"

They both nod and Anya sits straight. They're both sitting crossed legged in front of me, so Leo won't see them when he answers.

For the last hour, they've been nagging me to, in Candice's words, FaceTime sext him.

Normally I wouldn't do that when I have company, but vodka makes me do questionable things.

Leo answers after the second ring.

"Ciao, Josephine." From what I can tell, he's on his back on his bed. And he's naked. At least what's visible on the screen.

"Hi," I giggle.

Leo chuckles. "Hi."

I notice Candy rolling her eyes and I shoo her off screen with my foot.

"What are you still doing up?" I ask.

He pulls himself to a seating position like mine and lifts a book. "Reading."

"Really? What's it about?" I ask slowly, so I don't slur.

"About a girl who moves to a small town and finds the love of her life." He chuckles again. "I got it from Sara. She's obsessed with romance novels."

Anya and Candice's eyes both widen and they mouth to me who Sara is.

I ignore them and think of something to say. Something sexy like they instructed me.

"Do you miss me?" I say in a teasing tone.

"Fuck yeah." He takes a hand through his hair and I almost whimper at the memory of me doing exactly that. When he's inside me. Or when his tongue is on me.

My thoughts have been in the gutter ever since I first had sex. It's like sex is all I can think about these days. Leo ruined me and my thoughts.

"That's why I can't sleep." He sighs. "I miss cuddling with you."

"Me, too."

Candice mouths something to me, but I can't tell what she means.

"Are you naked?" I ask, then mentally slap my forehead. Real sexy, Josie.

He laughs. "No."

Anya holds her phone up, and I read what it says. "Show me."

Leo lowers the camera and shows me his white boxer briefs. Both Candy and Anya scamper to catch a glimpse of Leo and I attempt to push them away so Leo doesn't see them in the frame.

"You could do without those, you know?" I bite my lower lip, not knowing where the words are coming from.

They're coming from your mouth, you idiot.

Wow, I'm more wasted than I think.

"I'd prefer if you were the one to take them off, you know." He teases. Candy slaps Anya's thigh as they silently squeal.

"Wanna see what I'm wearing?" I ask.

"Of course." He nods, a smile teasing his lips.

I lower the camera to my chest, showing him the V-neckline of my top. I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard, but I don't know if he can see that through the phone.

In front of me, Candice demonstrates how I should lower the strap of my shirt and pretend to massage my sore neck.

So I do exactly that.

"Sore, honey?" He asks, voice low.

"Mhmm." I nod, still massaging where my shoulder meets my neck. I quickly read what Candice wrote on Ananya's phone. "From last night."

"Oh, yeah?" He pulls his phone closer to his face. His eyes are narrowed and dark. "Was I too rough?"

Candice and Anaya again squeal silently, clasping each other's hands and fidgeting in place.

"You were perfect." I answer, resting my hand on my thigh but leaving the strap down to reveal more of my chest.

"Hmm." He hums, his eyes hooding.

"Leo?"

"Josephine." He purrs in that deep voice of his.

"Can we have phone sex?" I blurt out. Maybe I can lock myself in one of the three bathrooms in this place. Because now I'm getting horny for real.

He's silent for a beat before sitting straighter and nodding. "Okay."

Three sets of eyes widen. Mine, Ananya's and Candice's.

"Take off your shirt." He commands softly. "I wanna see you."

"Oh, uhm..." I did not anticipate that answer.

"It's only fair since I don't have a shirt on." He says.

"Yeah..." I trail off. The cat suddenly has my tongue.

"Maybe you can..." I glance at my girlfriends for some help. Candice pretends to jerk herself off and I shove her with my foot. She has no shame.

"Maybe I can what, Josephine?" He asks.

"You know... touch yourself first."

"You want me to touch what exactly?" He taunts.

"You know what." I bite my thumb, my cheeks burning up. I'm usually the 'prude' of the group, but even though I've become more confident sexually and am more open to talking about it to Anya and Candy, this is too private for them to hear. But I won't remember this tomorrow, so whatever.

"My cock?" He asks.

I suppress a gasp. "Yes."

"I prefer your hands on my cock." He says.

Ananya presses the back of her palm to her forehead and pretends to faint.

"Or better yet." He rolls his lips into his mouth before continuing. "Your mouth around it."

I choke on my next words, and Candice pretends to faint as well. Or she did faint for real. I'm not sure.

"Uhm, for now, just do it yourself."

Both girls snicker at the Nike slogan, and I shove them with my feet to shut up.

"You want me to jerk off?" He asks and I nod. "With your friends next to you, watching and listening?" He chuckles.

We all still. Busted.

"What?" I scoff. "I'm alone. And horny."

"We're both horny, yes." He agrees. "But I'm the only one who's actually alone right now."

"How do you know?" I question. I'm certain they haven't been in the frame this entire call.

"Josephine, I know you're having a sleepover with your girlfriends. And your eyes keep darting to them."

Ugh, I forgot how perceptive he is.

"Hey, Ananya and Candice." He says a bit louder.

I pout and turn the camera to them. They reluctantly wave.

"We wanted to see your dirty talk game." Candice says defensively.

"And how did I perform?"

"That's for Josie to judge." Anaya says.

"But from what she's told us, you're a solid seven out of ten." Candice says, checking her nails.

"Only seven?" He clutches his heart, mocking hurt. "I would say a ten from the sounds you were making yesterday."

"Leo!" I gasp and he laughs.

"You're the one who  started this." He winks. "Go back to your friends and you can watch me jerk off in real life when you get back."

"Oh my god." I mumble.

"You'll be moaning exactly that when I'm inside you."

"Okay, bye." I screech.

The girls and Leo all laugh.

"Bye, baby."

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

I bring the phone closer to my face and whisper, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Josephine."

The call disconnects and I throw my phone beside me as I slump on my back.

Candice shakes my shoulders.

"Seriously. Can I borrow him for a day?"

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