“Don’t fucking joke about this, Cory,” I say I push him away. He laughs and pulls me to his chest to hug me. When he releases me, he sighs.
“It’s simple. We never do it again and we keep our mouths shut. No one has to know,” he says.
“Fuck. Beth is going to ask so many questions,” I complain.
“Speaking of her,” Cory says as he takes a half step away.
“Hey,” Beth says as she comes up behind me.
“Hey,” I say.
“I didn’t know you’d be here, Cory,” she says.
“Yeah. It was a last-minute decision,” he says.
“Did you get up already? I didn’t even know you came to these parties,” she says.
“Mhmm,” he says simply. “You?”
“Yeah. I got Adam Lewis,” she laughs.
“He’s had the hots for you forever,” I laugh. “That feels like a setup.”
“Well, he fucks like a monster, so he’s definitely hitting it again,” she says with a smile.
“Jesus,” I laugh.
“So?” she asks me.
“So, what?” I ask.
“I’m sure Cory knows you’ve been fucked before. How was it?”
“Surprising,” I say simply.
“Oh, come on,” she whines. “Give me something other than your vague answers. I doubt Cory cares.”
“Yeah, sis. Have fun getting railed by a masked man?” he asks in a teasing tone. I know him well enough to know that he isn’t really teasing me. He’s asking me in a way that he knows won’t set me off.
“A bit small, but it was alright,” I say.
“And here I was hoping you would have your first orgasm that wasn’t made by you,” Beth says, sounding disappointed. “We’ll find you someone to get the job done.”
“God, Beth. Must you be so crude?” I ask.
“Yes,” she smiles. “Cory, how was your mystery woman?”
“Amazing, admittedly. Definitely not happening again though,” he says.
“Ohhh. You know her?” she asks.
“Uh. Yeah,” Cory says.
“Did you find out?” she asks me.
“No,” I lie. “I’d like to go home now though.”
“Aww. Party pooper,” she frowns.