JENNIE

My thoughts are slightly hazy, and my head feels full and heavy, but in the best way. I'm grinning from ear to ear, intoxicated from the wine and Lisa's thick voice. I love this playful side of Lisa, and if she wants to play, I'll play.

"Oh no," she says with that cool tone of her. "You tell me what you'd want me to do first."

I take a pull straight from the bottle. "I already did," I say.

"Chug some more wine; you only seem to tell me what you want when you've been drinking."

"Fine." I run my index finger along the cool wooden bed frame. "I want you to bend me over this bed here . . . and take me the way you did on that desk." Instead of embarrassment, I only feel the warm flush of heat trailing up my neck to my cheeks.

Lisa curses under her breath; I know that she didn't actually expect me to answer more graphically. "Then?" she asks quietly.

"Well . . ." I start, pausing to take another long swig to gain confidence. Liss and I have never done this before. She's sent me a few racy text messages, but this . . . this is different.

"Just say it, don't be shy now."

"You would hold me by the hips, the way you always do, and I'd cling to the sheets to try and keep myself stable. Your fingers would dig into me, leaving marks in their wake . . ." I clench my thighs together when I hear her breathing hitch through the line.

"Touch yourself," she says, and I quickly look around the room, momentarily forgetting that no one can hear our private conversation.

"What? No," I harshly whisper, cupping the phone.

"Yes."

"I'm not doing that . . . here. They'll hear me." If I were talking to anyone other than Lisa in this way, I'd be completely horrified, wine or not.

"No, they won't. Do it. You want to, I can tell."

How can she?

Do I want to?

"Just lie back on the bed, close your eyes, spread your legs, and I'll tell you what to do," she says smoothly. As silken as her words are, they come through as a full-on command.

"But I—"

"Do it." The authority in her voice makes me squirm while my mind and my hormones battle it out. I can't deny that the idea of Lisa coaxing me through this over the phone, naming the dirty things she would do to me, raises the temperature of the room at least ten degrees.

"Okay, now that you've submitted," she begins without my actually having said anything, "tell me when you are down to only your panties."

Oh . . . But I quietly pad over to the door and turn the lock between my fingers. Kimberly and Christian's room, as well as Smith's, is on the upper level of the house, but as far as I know, they could still be on the first floor with me. I listen closely for movement, and when I hear a door shut above me, I feel better.

I hurry and grab the wine bottle, finishing it off. The heat inside of me has turned from a small flicker to a blazing inferno, and I try not to overthink the fact that I'm stepping out of my pants and climbing onto the bed, wearing only a thin cotton shirt and panties.

"Still with me?" Lisa asks, an evil smirk surely on her face.

"Yes, I'm . . . I'm preparing." I can't believe I'm really doing this.

"Stop overthinking it. You'll thank me after."

"Stop knowing everything that I'm thinking," I tease, hoping that she's right.

"You remember what I showed you, right?"

I nod, forgetting that she can't see me.

"I'll take nervous silence as a yes. Good. So, just press your fingers where you did last time . . ."