That Was Me

Talia turned to the sounds of Carrie’s loud giggles. “What’s so funny, and what took you so long in the bathroom?”

She blew out a breath and fanned her face. “If I was white, my face would be red right now, from both envy and arousal.”

Talia chuckled. The two of them made such a pair. A wanton and a prude, best of friends for the last seven years. They had been roommates once upon a time, and more often than not, Talia had to nap with a pillow over her head on the couch while Carrie entertained. Then after, she would have her date of the night carry Talia back to the room to her bed. The first time Talia woke up in her bed with no recollection of how she got there, Carrie told her. So before she napped on the couch, she would always change into her pajamas completely prepared for bed.

“What is it?”

Carrie fell onto the couch and Talia had to draw her knees up as far as her belly would allow to avoid being sa