Two Perverts and a Readhead
“My sister says you guys are perverts.”
“You wanna find out?” I asked.
Stephie stood in the door of the basement, and I couldn’t tell if she was cute or terrifying. Mark and I had been drinking beers and bullshitting about finals, our failed romances, and our sordid plans for the summer.
At least until she showed up and we couldn’t stop staring.
Stephie walked into the room as we sat watching her, and before we could say anything she plopped down on the couch between us.
“My boyfriend won’t go down on me. Or fuck me.”
“What the hell do you do then?” Mark asked.
Both of us turned to face her, and I had more terrible ideas in that one second then I had had all morning. She was way too cute to be us telling us that shit.
Thank god she had just graduated.
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