Aoife: tongue
“Hello? Earth to Aoife?” Clicking her fingers in front of my face, Casey swiped my phone out of my hand and groaned loudly. “Whoops. On second thought, never mind.” Grinning wickedly, she handed me back the phone. “You go right ahead and suck his cock, girl. But doesn’t he have Construction class right now? Isn’t it a bit risky to be sending the boy messages like that when he’s surrounded by sharp saws and power tools?”
Smirking, I slid my phone back into my pencil case and gave my friend my full attention. “So, what’s new?”
“What’s new?” Casey laughed. “Are we really going to play it like this?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s been months. Everyone knows you guys are together. It’s so bloody obvious. The rumors are rampant around school, and even if they weren’t, your lingering stares and his I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off heated glances when you’re in the same classroom are a dead giveaway. So, come on. How much longer do you two plan to act like you’re not riding like sexy little rabbits behind closed doors.”
“Jesus, Case. Say it louder, why don’t you?” I hissed, poking her with my elbow. “I don’t think Mr. Ryan heard you at the front of the class.”
“Actually, I did,” our biology/PE teacher confirmed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Please refrain from discussing the sexual productivity of rabbits until after my class. Your lunch break is in ten minutes, and patience is a virtue, girls.”
“Sorry sir,” we both chorused, smothering our laughter behind a textbook.
“So, you admit it?” she whisper-hissed. “You’re shagging Joey the roller-coaster Lynch.”
“No, I’m not shagging anyone,” I strangled out through fits of laughter. “And roller-coaster?”
“You know,” she laughed. “Because every girl wants to ride him.” Waggling her brows, she added, “But it’s clear by those sexy text messages that you guys are sending each other, you’re first in the queue.”
“Oh, haven’t you heard the news? After I got on his rollercoaster ride, the queue got cancelled.”
“Boom, bitch,” Casey snickered, making the mic drop gesture with her hand. “And that’s how it’s done.”
“Thanks,” I laughed. “But to answer your earlier question; my dad still doesn’t know about our little arrangement. I don’t see that changing for the foreseeable. He still works with my dad, so it’s just better if we, you know…“
“Fuck around behind Daddy’s back instead?” she offered with a rueful smile.
“I’m not having sex with him, Case.”
Her eyes widened. “How is this possible?”
“See, Case, it’s actually really easy,” I drawled sarcastically. “All you have to do is not allow a boy to insert his penis into your vagina.”
“Very funny, bitch.” Shaking her head, she leaned in closer to whisper, “Seriously, though, you’ve been messing around for what; at least three months now?” Her eyes bulged. “How are you not getting naked with that boy?”
“I never said that I wasn’t getting naked with him.”
“Details.”
“A lady never tells.”
“Good thing we both know that you’re not one of those.” She leaned closer. “Okay, so you’re not having sex yet, but there’s some heavy petting going on, right? A little kiss here, a little finger there, a little tug-of-war down there?”
“Casey!”
“Oh, don’t act all coy with me,” she laughed. “I’ve known you since we were five, remember? We know everything about each other’s lives, remember? Including the time that you made me go to the after-hours doctor with you, when we were in third year, because you convinced yourself that you might be pregnant. All because Paul had wanked himself off before he tried to put his fingers—“
“Oh my god, I was young and clueless!” I hissed, clamping a hand over her mouth. “And you swore that you would never bring that up again.”
“Yeah, but it’s on my medical file for the rest of time,” she shot back with a cackle. “You gave the receptionist my name and details, remember?”
“Because you had your medical card with you at the time, and my mam keeps mine in her purse,” I replied, cringing at the memory of how incredibly na?ve I used to be. “God, I was a pure thick back then.”
“Back then?”
“Funny.”
“Okay, so back to business,” Casey said, tapping her hand on the desk to garner my attention. “Give me those sexy details, Molloy. Heavy petting?”
I grinned. “Maybe.”
Her eyes widened to saucers. “Oral.”
I shrugged, but didn’t respond, as my face burned with heat.
“Oh, come on.” She grabbed my arm and squeezed. “Who’s doing who?”
I scrunched my nose up before admitting, “Both.”
“Omigod!” Clapping with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm for my sex life, my best friend asked, “Okay, okay, okay, so if we’re talking in comparisons here, you know, between Paul and Joey.“
“Ugh, Joey all day long.” I gave her a look that said please, bitch. “Hands down, Case. There’s no competition.”
“Jesus. So, I guess it’s true what they say about the boys from my terrace.” Casey blew out an impressed breath. “They fuck like they fight; all in and with one hundred percent effort.”
“Casey!” I laughed, shoving her arm.
“I disagree,” Danielle hissed from the desk behind us, and we both turned to face her. “At least Paul has an actual functioning brain when he’s with a girl.”
“Yeah. A brain that only functions on one frequency; me, me, me,” Casey was quick to shoot back.
I tried to strangle my laugh but ended up looking like I had the face of a blow fish.