**Note: This story is long. I’m old, I ramble. It happens. Sorry I forgot to add that in the tags.
We made it across the street, through the park and to the hallway for Megan’s apartment while holding together cohesion alright. Once we were in the hall though Jolene leaned down over my shoulder from behind, nibbling my neck as she rubbed me through my pants. Normally that’s my favorite thing to do with women… but I found myself perfectly fine with this little role reversal. A growl escaped my throat, a little too deep to be called a moan. I could feel her shiver against me back when it happened.
“Fuck not yet, I have neighbors!” Megan hissed, grabbing me to pull me away from Jolene, as if I was the one who started it. I apologized quietly, staring at my feet in shame as she made her way over to open the door, somehow convincing myself that it was indeed my fault.