“Of course, they wouldn’t,” I said. “But they’ve done a lot for me. They worked extra hard to make sure that I wouldn’t feel poverty the way they did. Now that I’m out of their house, I want to be able to stand on my own two feet without having to ask them for help.”
“I could lend you the money?” Missy offered generously.
I smiled. “I love you for offering,” I said gratefully. “But I’m okay, really. I have an allocated amount of money that I’m willing to splurge on clothes, but I’m not going over.”
“Even for this dress?” she asked, holding up a beautiful ivory dress with a high slit.
“Even for that dress,” I nodded.
Missy sighed wistfully and put the dress back. “Fine, but keep looking. We’ve only been at this for an hour.”
I groaned and kept walking, but my mind had already started wandering. I was excited about my date that night with Chance. It had been a couple of weeks now, and we’d been getting along great. It was wonderful to have someone to talk to about different cultures. I usually felt like the things I liked to talk about were just too boring for the average college student. Now I finally had someone who liked the same kinds of things that I did.
“Thinking about him, aren’t you?” Missy asked, wagging her eyebrows at me.
I laughed. “How can you tell?”
“You get this look in your eyes,” she replied.
“Oh geez, am I that transparent?”
“Only to me,” she said. “I’m so glad you’ve finally met someone you like.”
I sighed deeply, but I couldn’t help but gush about him. “He is so amazing,” I said. “I didn’t expect him to be so warm. He kind of has this hard exterior that makes you think he wouldn’t be so easy to open up to, but that’s not the case at all.”
“I’m surprised you two have time to talk,” Missy said in a suggestive tone.
“What does that mean?”
“I would have thought you’d spend all your time fucking.”
I blushed a little, but I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. “Well…we do. But there’s always time to talk.”
“Is the sex still good?” she wanted to know.
“It keeps getting better,” I admitted. “He’s so…”
“Experienced?”
“It’s more than that,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s present and attentive and really, really…”
“Generous?” Missy offered.
I blushed again. “I suppose you could say that.”
She laughed. “It’s so great that I can finally talk to you about this stuff,” she said. “I feel like we’ve been missing out this whole time.”
“Me, too,” I nodded.
“So, tell me, now that you’ve joined the club, what do you love most about sex?”
I whistled. “That’s a difficult question.”
“Be specific.”
I laughed. “I guess I love the orgasms.”
Missy raised her eyebrows. “Well, that’s a no-brainer… Do you really cum every single time he fucks you?”