Gabby flings her arm up, wine cup in hand, splashing the sticky sweet liquid into the air. “I ship you. All of you.”

“What does that mean?” I ask as I dab at the wine on my leggings.

“It means I support your relationships. I love how happy all of you are and I want you to go to your sexy boyfriends and get it on.”

“I thought we were having a slumber party?” Blair asks, but I can tell she’s all for the idea of going to Wes.

“I’m exhausted and tomorrow I need to go try and find a job.” She scrunches up her face but then smiles. “Besides now that I’m here we can hang out all the time.”

“I ship you,” I tell her, wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze hard. I haven’t had real girlfriends in a long time, and it feels so good.

She laughs. “That’s not how the saying works.”

Joel

Kitty is drunk. I assumed she was tipsy by the text message, but by the time I drop Vanessa off at Mario’s and get back to The White House with her and Blair, she’s alternating between fits of laughter and eye fucking me.

Blair pushes out of the backseat before I’ve even killed the engine. “Thanks for the ride, Joel. Night, Katrina.”

“Does your car have a name?” she asks as she runs a hand over the dash seductively.

I’m fixated on her movements, curious as hell what drunk Kitty will do next.

I unbuckle. “Nope.”

“Say something in Spanish.” She claps her hands and I laugh at the random topic jump and her excitement.

“Eres linda cuando estás borracha.”

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re cute when you’re drunk.”

Unbuckling, she turns to me. We’re still sitting in the car parked in the garage, but I’m afraid to move because once I get her to my room it’s likely she’s going to pass out on me. And this is way more entertaining.

“Have you ever had sex in here?”

“Uhh.” Is this a trick question? I’ve never lied to a girl, but I feel like being truthful here could put a serious damper on the mood.

“You totally have,” she says, but she’s smiling so I don’t bother denying it. “I’ve never had sex in a car before.” She sighs like that’s disappointing to her.

“¿Quieres tener sexo en mi carro?”

“I don’t know what you said, but it sounded hot.”

“Estás caliente, Katrina.”

She bites her lip looking all unsure but somehow still seductive and I can’t fucking take it. “Come here, Kitty.”

“Ask me in Spanish,” she says coyly.

“Trae tu trasero aquí.”

The seat’s already as far back as it’ll go so when she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, there’s not a lot of room. Not that I’m gonna need it. Just the feel of her on top of me has me ready to lose it. Her eyes flutter closed as my dick pushes against her pussy. God bless leggings. The thin material she wears on nearly a daily basis not only provides a view that keeps me from having to use my imagination, it allows me to feel the heat of her pussy and the soft curves of her legs and ass.