I looked down at Katie, at the way Michael was holding her trembling, naked, body between his legs, with her facing my crotch full on. She was glaring daggers at me. She was obviously finding it difficult to go through with her boyfriend’s command and was conjuring every bit of willpower to stay in place and eventually do as told. I reached down with a hand and spread apart my pussy lips, tapping my clit with my middle finger, the most direct insult yet.
“So, is she going to lick me now or what?” I asked in the coldest tone I could command.
The truth was that this was unknown territory for me. I had never been the bold type. I was never in charge of anything, not even group projects at school. I had never made someone eat me out, hell I had not had my pussy licked, ever, by anyone.
Katie had been right, I was a total nobody, a social nothing.
It pissed me off, that she had read me so well, that she had said all that in front of Michael, of all people.