“I let him put it in my butt, what else?”
Katrina smirks. “And it was amazing right? I did that with my four guys too,” she says in a self-righteous tone.
Morgan nods.
“Yeah, it was real good. And Mr. Hunter kept telling me that he’d never had better sex in his life because apparently, his ex-wife was super vanilla and wouldn’t let him do half the things he wanted to do in bed. So I promised him that the next time I came to visit, we could try out some of those things,” Morgan wiggles her brows and lets out a loud cackle.
“Like what?” Katrina asks quickly.
“He’s apparently really into all sorts of clamps, not to mention bukkake and golden showers,” Morgan smirks. “But that’s all I’ll say.”
Katrina screams with laughter.
“Golden showers?Are you shitting me, girl? Do you even know what that is?”
“I do,” Morgan says with a smug expression. “And I want to try it too. I hear it feels good.” At this point, I’m ready to crawl under the rug, but then the blonde girl turns to me. “So now you know all about our vacations, but what about you, Cleo? You’ve been super quiet this whole time. Did you have any fun over the break?”
“No,” I shake my head quickly, while looking down at the floor. “Nope, nothing really. My life is boring.”
After all, I don’t think that telling them that I had sex with my mom’s ex-husband is a great idea, and besides, I don’t trust these two. There’s something shifty about Katrina and Morgan that makes me recoil.
“Oh, of course,” Katrina says in a condescending voice while turning away. “Let me guess: you’re still a virgin, right?”
“Of course she is!” Morgan nods while sending Katrina a look. “And that’s totally fine! Don’t worry, Cleo, because it just takes some people a while longer to find a willing partner. I’m sure that if you keep your head up and eyes peeled, you’ll eventually come across some guy who will settle for—I mean, who willwantto be with you.”
“Yeah, and I suggest you try looking around the science club or coding society first,” Katrina giggles under her breath. “That sounds about right for a big girl.”
I can feel my eyebrow twitching as the two of them laugh at my expense. But then rage boils in my veins because in fact, I had a very naughty vacation. I fucked my ex-stepfather, although I shouldn’t tell them. Yet I’m so angry that despite my better judgment, my rage comes boiling out and I stammer with anger.
“Okay, fine, you got me. Ididhave some fun over break actually.”
“Oh, really?” Katrina tilts her head. “With whom? Pee-Wee Herman? Elmo?”
“Actually,” I stand up straight, shaking with indignation. “I slept with Santa.”
Morgan coughs, her blonde hair falling forward to cover her face.
“Um,” she laughs. “Santa? As in Santa Claus? As in the guy that doesn’t actually exist and that only little kids believe in?”
“Sounds about right,” Katrina adds, her lips quirking in a nasty smile.
I fume, deciding to double-down.
“No,” I narrow my eyes. “As in a guy who dressed up as Santa to take pictures with kids at the mall. I was working as Santa’s elf, and when it was just the two of us before the stores opened, I let him put his dick in me. It felt so good, so no, I’m not a virgin.”
Both women’s heads snap up as they stare at me. To my satisfaction, their mouths are open so wide that an airplane could fly in.
“Are you shitting me?” Katrina asks in a slow tone. “Like, for real?”
I nod in a nonchalant manner.
“Yeah. Actually, we did it while I was sitting on his lap too. He let me ride him and then afterwards, I let him put it in my butt. Pretty dirty, huh?”
Katrina cups a hand over her mouth and Morgan gasps again.
“That soundsso…so, cool!” the blonde girl breathes before bursting into raucous laughter. Katrina looks surprised at first, but then follows suit, both of them clutching their stomachs with hysterics.
I frown at their obnoxious behavior.