Content notes: hand sex, semi-public sex
It is possible that Jules was the most annoying woman on earth. She stood off to the side of the concert-venue-turned-event-space drinking what had to be an obnoxious beer straight from the bottle. Kindred Coffee Company’s holiday party was in full swing, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the heat of the crowd. I gently patted my twist out to see if it was still full and luscious or if it had started to shrink from sweat. Multi-colored lights twinkled from above, and there was a stack of presents for everyone — probably week-old coffee.
I looked up just as Jules was about to take another sip of her sludge. She was wearing all black with a leather jacket. She lifted her beer toward me in a mocking salute.
Of course she’d be here. In a leather jacket of all things. Christ.
I made a show of rolling my eyes at her before smoothing down my dress, careful to adjust the split so that no one got a show — or a free one, at least. Wha...
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