Spill the Beans: Part 1

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Once Karol settled into the living room again, she and Sharon caught up on life, exchanging stories that transformed from mundane to scandalous in the blink of an eye as they hopped into the car for their dinner date—a journey that promised banter and secrets.

With a cheeky smirk, Karol leaned back in her seat. "So spill, what's the deal with that weirdo? He's got that whole Greek God vibe," she teased, her eyebrows dancing.

"Not much to say, except he was an absolute beast in bed," Sharon replied with a devilish grin, eliciting an eruptive laugh from her sister.

"Tell me everything, bitch! Don't leave me hanging!"

"Please, you know I spill all the tea. But first, let me ask—did you catch a glimpse of what he's packing? Because, mama, I swear I saw something that could launch a thousand ships."

"Oh, sister, he's fully equipped. That dude is basically a walking monument to male prowess," she declared with a dramatic flair.

"Damn!" Karol dragged the word out to almost theatrical lengths. "Girrl! You've struck gold. So tell me, do you even remember getting jiggy with him, given how plastered you were? I mean, you were slurring so hard that poor Benjamin could've been mistaken for a napkin!"

"Okay, the blackout drunk bit is a fuzzy recollection, but let me tell you, I remember *him* vividly—he fucked me into sobriety. Seriously, he wielded that prowess like a master artisan with a chisel. No joke!"

Karol shot a sly glance at her sister, a smirk twitching on her lips. "Brag much? If I were you, I'd do the same—hell, I'd set up a billboard!" They exchanged high-fives, cackling like villains in a sitcom.

Sharon continued, unabashedly relishing the memory. "While I can't bring the whole night back, some moments are permanently etched, like the primal artistry of him taking me from behind, in the infamous doggy style. That position has a special place in my heart—right between 'Ooh la la' and 'Holy hell!' He had a firm grip on my hair, and even in my wobbly state, the sheer roughness sent me soaring to heights of ecstasy where sobriety was a distant thought."

Karol raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. "Ah, so your inner temptress emerged, did it? Caving in to your basest instincts, am I right?"

"Absolutely! A cocktail of drunkenness and sheer lust had me flip us over, straddling him like an uncontested queen. And trust me, when I take the reins, it's a pleasure-driven joyride to the finish line!"

Sharon flicked her hair back with exaggerated finesse. "We switched positions like seasoned pros—he took me while I gazed out at the view, and let me remind you, dear sister, we were in the presidential suite at Ethel Luxury Hotel—yes, *the* very same spot Leonard and Benjamin claim as theirs. I mean, his things were strewn about like a laundry explosion mixed with personal treasures! You know me—I always do a quick reconnaissance, even in ecstasy."

"Good eye, sister! So, that's it? You two just had a good old romp and called it a night?" Karol inquired, a hint of sarcasm lacing her tone. "Seriously, you don't just drain your lovers and toss them aside; what's with this Jason character—why'd you even bring him home?"

"Oh, it was far more than that! We were like bunnies on a sugar rush! Shower, bathtub, living room—name a spot, and we've used it! Let's just say, every condom he had met a most unfortunate demise."

"You both waste no time, do you?" Karol laughed, feigning shock. "Damn, I'm beginning to think my sister is part rabbit with those nocturnal antics!" A playful slap echoed through the air as Sharon retaliated.

"Bitch, please! Our family has the endurance of Olympians! Just you wait, once you find Mr Right, I'll be there, whispering all sorts of nuisances in your ear to disrupt your newfound bliss!"

Karol smirked, "Oh, I can assure you, by that time I'll be an ancient relic! This lady won't snag a man in this lifetime!" She laughed mockingly before her expression turned serious. "But wait, what's going on? Why are we shifting the spotlight to my love life when it's clearly about you?"

"So, let me guess—this Jason of yours is 'the one'? Your fairytale ending?" Karol quipped, brows raised for dramatic effect.

"Without a doubt! I felt that connection long before we got to the steamy bits—when the passion ignited, it was like a seal on the deal for me." Sharon smiled, lost in thought, gazing dreamily out of the window.

"And your peculiar taste in men astounds me! Who else falls for someone over a gazing competition at a diner? That's practically a plot twist from a rom-com! Is it just me, or does this seem like some outrageous movie magic?"

"You're ridiculous! Now, let's go enjoy our dinner date, milady," Sharon proclaimed, stepping out of the car with an air of royalty.

Karol burst into laughter before following her sister into the restaurant, both of them glowing with mischief. 

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