Chapter Four: Showtime with Terry
Josie obligingly ducked into her bedroom, granting the lovers all the privacy they needed. But after an evening of soaking in the dangerous allure of her roommate, it couldn’t help but feel anti-climactic for Pricilla.
They sat on the couch as soft music played in the background. All the ingredients were there. But with Josie conveniently tucked away down the hallway, it felt empty, without life.
She leaned into a kiss, letting Terry’s hands ease across her slowly. His kisses heated up and she mimicked their urgency and acrobatic agility. But her thoughts could only drift toward the room down the hall. I wonder what she’s doing right now? What would she do if she were here? What do her kisses taste like?
Pricilla snapped away, alarmed by where her thou
