There were seven of us Friday night. All hens, except for me. They called me Egg, because I was the only single left in the group. The cocktails flowed and talk soon slid down to has he ever?
“How’s ’bout you, Egg? Any special boy licked your ice cream cone?” Valerie giggled, all eyes swiveling my way.
It was more than I dreamed it could be.
She pushed me down, spreading my legs.
“First time’s always special, baby. Ready to cum?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!”
“No,” I answered after a sip of gin. “No man yet.”
Nor ever.
I knew.
