As I watched his dick bounce hard enough against the front of his shorts to let me know it had to be heavy, my answer to that question was a firm “maybe”. But still. “Why would I be scared, when I don’t plan to sleep with him? Why are y’all doing this?” I laughed. “It’s been a whole what, five or six weeks since I got my heart ripped out of my chest? Had to uproot myself from my home. Just got fired without technically getting fired. I have enough upheaval going on right now – I really don’t need to add screwing my friend to that mix. I appreciate your encouragement of hoe-tivities though.”
