Casually, leisurely, Keller’s running his tongue around my clit. I force my mouth to remain clamped shut to avoid screaming into the phone.

“What is it like? I’ve never been, but it looks even fancier than the rest of the street.”

“It’s nice,” I breathe, panting as silently as I can.

His fingers have joined the party. Two of them: the index and middle finger, curving, expanding, teasing, sliding in and out.

“Very nice. You should come.”

I’m going to come.

“Visit. Soon. I think it’s allowed?”

I’m not entirely sure.

Keller nods.

“Oh, wow. I’m so glad we were roommates, even if it was only for a few days. So. You’ll notice I have avoiding addressing the elephant in the room for as long as possible, but really. I have to ask. Are you with Keller? You said you had a boyfriend, but there was a vibe between you the other night. And then he gets you back in the school. Not to mention the strange, and strangely domestic lunch. And now, you live with him.”

I let her talk, grateful for the tirade, because I couldn’t manage anything other than a scream, or a moan, while Keller sucks on my pussy, fingering it. I’m drenching his mouth and hand, my insides tensing, heating, rushing towards an increasingly familiar rush.

I’m going to come, soon, on the phone with Lily at the end of the line. Then, she’ll have a fair few questions.

“Yeah, my boyfriend,” I repeat.

Keller’s cold blue eyes catch mine, and he doesn’t stop.

“He’s not—” Fuck! I bite my lip. “Happy with me at the moment. I’m avoiding that.”

“You’re going to break up with him,” Lily says.

It’s not really a question. I’m guessing everyone knows it at this point.

“Yes.”

“And you’re going out with fucking Keller. The Keller. Wow.”

I can’t talk about it while he’s attempting to drive me insane with his mouth. In fact, I can’t talk about anything at all, so I turn it back on her.

“How about you and Cross?”

Keller sits up, lifting my legs, and sliding both my shorts and panties down my thighs. He unties the towel at his waist, revealing his hard cock, pointing right at me.

“Keep talking,” he mouths, slowly, taking his time, to slide it, first, right at my entrance, but he only teases it, coating his tip with my wetness.

“It’s not like you and Keller,” Lily says. “It’s not serious. Basically, last year, Olivia had to tutor one of his terrible hockey player friends, and they started to make fun of her.”