Page 59 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

Tally arrives, shifting the conversation. We all know Enid and Brody are holding a torch for each other, even if neither of them seems willing to deal with it.

“How was dance practice?” Cammie asks.

Tally shrugs. “It went okay, but I have my period and I’m crampy and bloated.” She rubs her stomach.

“I have an electric heating pad you can borrow if you want,” Cammie offers.

“Yeah. That would be great. I know exercise helps and stuff, but all I want to do is veg on the couch.”

“That was me last week,” Enid says empathetically.

“Orgasms are a good way to calm the cramps,” Cammie offers.

“Messy but true,” Tally replies.

I stay quiet, but internally wonder how Mac feels about providing orgasms while Aunt Flo is visiting. If nothing else, a dry fuck would be welcome relief.

“I don’t think Curtis would be comfortable getting all up in there during shark week,” Enid muses.

“That sucks. Apart from me being violently ill, there isn’t much that will stop Chase from going to pound town,” Cammie admits. “But honestly, I’m kind of glad they have an away game tonight.”

All three of us are suddenly on alert.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Oh yeah,” Cammie assures us. “Chase and I are fine. It’s just…” She sighs. “I love him, and I love living with him, and I love our sex life, but sometimes my vagina just needs a break and it’s hard to give her one when Chase is around, looking sexy all the time, always ready to offer himself up for a dick ride.”

“It’s a hard life,” I say cheekily.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. Chase is an awesome boyfriend. He’s always up for trying new things and he’s very, very generous in bed, but I have a hard time saying no. Especially when we’re testing scenes for the sake of story authenticity. But then one thing leads to another, and suddenly I’m behind a week on my fic updates, and my vagina is literally crying from overuse.” She motions to us. “I really need this kind of girl time.”

“Amen to girl time and giving your girl parts a rest.” We clink our glasses and take a drink.

The door opens again, and this time it’s Chase and Mac.

My stomach turns into a butterfly conservatory as a warm smile lights up Mac’s gorgeous face and his dimple makes an appearance.

“Hey, babe. Hey, friends.” Chase wraps his arms around Cammie, buries his face in her neck, like he’s scenting her. Which I guess is fairly accurate.

“Hey, Fee.” Mac crosses over to me and smiles at Tally and Enid. “Hey.”

“Hey, Mac,” they say in unison.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in for a hug, burrowing through my hair until he can press his lips to my neck. He lifts me off my feet for a moment and I hug him back, enjoying the casual affection.

“I got you something,” he whispers after he sets me back on my feet.

I pull back. “What kind of something?”

“It’s actually two somethings, but they’re both small and one thing is from my closet.” His dimple is dimpling hard.

“Did you bring me your favorite T-shirt?” I tease. He has a Terror one that was made by an artist I admire.

“Actually.” He sets his backpack on a chair and unzips it.

“Seriously?” I slept in it when I spent the night at his place.

He pulls the shirt out and I grab it from him, bring it to my nose, and inhale deeply. “You wore it, too.”