58. Sleepover

                                    

                                          
Josephine
"I'm getting shitfaced tonight." Candice exclaims, holding up two fancy bottles of tequila. "Who's with me?"
"Me!" Ananya and I both raise our hands.
"That's what I'm talking about, bitches." Candy plops down next to us on the floor. We're having a girls' night slash sleepover at her place. Her very fancy and expensive place. The penthouse she moved into a few months back. Sometimes I forget just how much money a real estate agent actually makes.
But Candy isn't one to flash her money and brag about it. Only sometimes, though. Like when she insists on paying when we're out—and I don't really fight her on it—or when she buys me designer bags for my birthdays. She's the best.
And we haven't had a girls' night in so long.
"I missed you, girls." She fake sobs. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." She adjusts her pajama shirt. We're all wearing the same red satin pajamas I got us for Christmas. I have a blanket thrown over my bare legs.
"Right?" Ananya sighs and accepts the shot glass from Candy. "You were busy with a very expensive deal and I had a hectic schedule these last few months trying to make up for when I went to India for my cousin's wedding and this lady right here," she gestures to me. "Is busy with her boo."
"Her sexy hunk of a man." Candy nods. "How is he, by the way?" She smirks.
"Oh, he's splendid." My lips stretch into a grin as I raise my shot glass.
"To new beginnings." Candice says cheesy.
"To, uhm, working hard and playing harder?" Anya smiles sheepishly. She isn't the best at doing toasts, but it's something we love about her.
It's my turn to say my toast, so with a dead serious face, I say, "To not being a virgin anymore." I tip back my glass and barely swallow the contents of it when I see their gaping mouths.
Candy recovers first, and she downs her shot before letting out a scream.
"Oh my god! Are you shitting me?" She tackles me to the ground and chokes me with her weight as she hugs me.
"I'm not shitting you." I laugh, then pat her back. "You're killing me."
"Oh, right. Sorry." She laughs as she leans back and pours another round of shots for us. "I forgot you're shaped like a little kid."
After tipping back the second round, Candice gives me a devilish smile.
"We need all the details." She demands.
"Candice..." Ananya sighs.
"I'm gonna need more alcohol in my blood to spill the details." I drink straight from the bottle, then heave a sigh when I recall all my moments with Leo. "But he was so perfect. He's perfect."
"His physique is perfect. I'll give you that." Ananya raises her glass.
"He's been nothing but patient, attentive, loving and just perfect." I sigh. "You know how well he reacted when I told him I've never been with anyone. And we've been doing things at my pace."
"That's the minimum, babe." Candice deadpans.
"Shut up." I laugh. "He took his time every time we were intimate before we actually had sex." I seem to spill everything without so much alcohol as I thought. "He's been able to make me cum every time."
When they stay silent, I focus my gaze on them to see Anya is grinning at me, and Candice has a puzzled look on her face.
"He gave you an orgasm each time he went down on you. Good job." She mock claps, but I see it in her eyes. She's thrilled for me.