—This is just an erotic story I wrote in the spur of the moment! Enjoy!—
We’re sitting on her couch watching Netflix, three episodes deep on the latest season of Orange is the New Black. This has been our annual tradition since college: the new season drops, we binge watch the first 6 or so episodes together over some Coronas and snacks with the occasional breaks to talk about life, work, family, dating, etc. It’s always a great time.
However, this time is a little different. As we sit on opposite ends of the couch, there’s an uncomfortably awkward vibe lingering overhead; today is the first time we’ve hung out since I drunkenly sent a snap of my nine inch dick to her when I was actually trying to send it to my fuck buddy, Katia. Turns out, 6 shots of tequila is more than enough, amiright? She called me out on it, I apologized excessively, or not enough. Can’t tell. We haven’t spoken about it since. She texted me yesterday, me extending the invite and making it clear she still wants to spend time together. After all, it’d feel wrong watching Piper navigate life in prison separately.