38 Chapter 38: Her hearts desire (1/2)

Laurice noticed the stifling silence around the room and caught a glance of a dumbfounded woman who was looking at her intently as if she was seeing and hearing things for the very first time. Her face was filled with shock, confusion and unbelievable excitement.

Clearly, she was being outrageously misunderstood by her.

Catherine: ”You ... Well, how ... was it?” She stummered. Her face now completely looked even more animated. She was grinning from ear to ear.

Great.

Her friend's imagination is just as wild as her own personality, but it was as if she could not take such an explosive news from her personally, not that there was any to such extent. Still, she did not even want to look inside her brain which probably only had carnal thoughts instore.

'How was it, eh?'

A mischievous glint flashed across her mind. Laurice thought about teasing Cathy a bit to see her final reaction. She knew her friend has a tendency to exaggerate a lot when telling stories and felt it was her golden chance to turn the tables around.

”Hmm. It was marvelous dear.” Laurice looked rather sinister. She looked sensual and alluring. Her voice was low and as clear as water. It was slowly penetrating and unknowingly creating ripples to Cathy's heart. It was feeding her imagination a lot of ideas while Laurice was utterly weirded out and helpessly worried about her friend's gullible behavior. 'Does she look that convincing to her? Or does she looked rather wasted, guilty and sinful?'

”Was he ... that good?” Cathy gulped in expectation. ”Was it ... huge? I mean, how ... was he in bed?” She was whispering in her stance and almost choke on her words.

Laurice: ” ... ”

Laurice felt her face was heating up and her body was slowly reacting with Cathy's incessant bantering. She could not believe she'll be affected by a mere question making her appear even more guilty to the point that it made Cathy shrieked in an unspoken anticipation.

”Aaaahhh! My God, Liz. You've gone that far already? How long did it go? How many times did you c**?” Cathy was fanning her face which was also burning in complete enthusiasm.

Laurice could not believe she was having this conversation with her. It was getting absurd by the minute.

'Do people normally ask such explicit questions?'

How the he*l will she supposed to know how long 'that thing' was? Does she have to actually measure? With her hands, perhaps? Ridiculous.

And would she even remember how many times she came?

'Damn.'

She was half innocent alright, if there was ever such a thing since they did not go all the way anyway. Laurice felt the experience was rather lacking she would not be able to answer her.

'Wait. What?'

'Why the he*l does she have to answer?!!'

”Did you perhaps do it ... somewhere else?” Cathy sheepishly asked. She was even more persistent. It seems she wanted to know everything in complete detail.