Amongst Friends

Five guys and one girl—hardly even odds. Misha felt it the moment the idea surfaced. Still, the boys drifted off to inspect the new screen while Zack stayed behind. He had laid the track for weeks, quiet words, steady hands, the kind of patience that erodes resistance without fuss. Now he reaped the yield. She parted her lips for him, took him deep, tongue working over every inch until her chin glistened. He kept her hair back with one hand, thumb stroking her temple like a reward. When he came, thick ropes striped her mouth, her cheek, left her blinking through it with a small, satisfied smile. The others never even heard.