"Caviar is your favorite snack?" I laugh.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Do you realize how rich you are?"
"It's not expensive Caviar, the one from whole foods."
"Fish eggs, I don't get it," I scrunch my face.
Our friendship had moved fast, so fast that her coming over seemed long overdue.
Work was a lot more fun now, strangely enough, it felt more productive. Natasha had also avoided bringing her women in, I guess she actually listened to what I had to say during our argument.
The only light in the room was provided by the soft glow of the TV, I couldn't quite figure out how long we had been sitting but by the dark sky and my yawn, I knew it was long.
"It's getting late, I should-"
"No," I protest quickly, "You should sleep over, that's what we agreed on when I stayed at yours."
"You sure?"
"Friends sleep over each other's houses, Natasha," I playfully roll my eyes.
"Yes, I know that but it would be awkward to wake up and your boyfriends here," She says.
"He won't, his cousins flew in yesterday for Thanksgiving and he's showing them around the city tomorrow. I doubt my house would be a stop on his tour."
"Okay," She smiles.
"You can choose some Pajamas from the closet but fair warning, I don't own very much silk," I joke.
She gives me a playful warning look, she hated that I teased her wealth.
"Your boyfriend's panties are on the ground in there," She says, coming out of the closet with a pair of gray waffle cotton pants and the matching top.
Steve had a habit of taking his pants off and leaving them out of the basket, his shirt always made it but not his pants.
"Panties," I repeat, giggling.
"Which bedroom should I take?" She asks.
"Sleep with me," I scoot over and pat the space next to me, "We've done it before and I would argue it was weirder then."
"Have you changed the sheets since the last time you and him...?"
"No," I joke flatly, "We like to wait until the second time to change them."
"Ew," She scrunches her face.
"I'm kidding, I changed them when I did laundry yesterday. He hasn't even been here," I laugh.
"Does he even know how to... you know?" She says, motioning with her hand.
"Fuck? Yeah, He makes me cum every time," I say, it was purposely crude, and seeing her face change made the joke even more funny.
"I don't want to hear about that, you keep that to yourself," She says.
"You know most of my girl friends ask me how big his dick is," I laugh.
"Not that big I imagine," She says under her breath.
"It's huge," I say, "it makes a bulge in my stoma-"
"Stop," She says with pure disgust, and turns her head away from me.
I chuckled and followed her lead to get comfortable under the blankets.
"Do you love him?" She asked after a while, still turned away.
"I don't yet," I say, "We haven't been together long."
