She apologized, “Sorry, I love the eighties.”
“Me too,” I said, and began singing, “Wake me up before you go-go, don’t leave. tnaflix …”
She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade. I smiled, “We have almost identical breasts.”
“Small, but perky,” she shivered, feeling the same cold breeze. I extended my tongue and began licking, savoring each lick. A few minutes into the movie, Ashley put the popcorn bag down and entwined her fingers between mine. In the car, we drove in silence, both of us content with what we had shared and admitted, although I was nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship. You are allowed to have sex.”
“With my daughter’s friend?” Mom asked, mortified by her actions.
