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Breana looked over at Jasmine as she stepped out. She looked shocked and confused for some reason, and it mad her concerned. He mouth was just hanging open like she was trying to find the words to say something, but couldn't get them to come out.

“Uh Jas? You feeling al-” At the moment it clicked. Jasmine had been looking into the stall when she turned around. She'd seen her secret and exactly what she'd been worried about had happened. “You were looking weren't you?” She wasn't going to confirm anything till she got it out of Jasmine's mouth, but she already knew what the score was.
 
Jasmine didnt know how to react, she didnt know what to say. It had felt like a good few minutes that she was standing their stairing at him. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to be okay with it? No. How could she be? He had been lying to her this entire time. And if he said that she should have ask the tabs bull. Usually one doesn't have to ask someone's gender.

When he spoke to her the voice was unfamiliar. He didnt change it, but to her ears it was more masculine now that she knew. It was clear the he realized she knew, the shock on his face morriored hers and gave everything away. She wasn't going to answer, instead her eyes narrowed as her teeth bared. She stepped forward as she raised her hand to slam it down on his cheek. A nice slap was the only thing she could think of doing. She was pissed.

Her hands were both at her side now, clinched into tight fists with her claws digging into her palms. She just glared at him now her eyes burned into his as she felt herself leaning against the wall, her body trying to support itself from the shock.
 
Breana crossed her arms and looked at her friend. It was obvious Jasmine was livid. She couldn't blame her for being pissed, but if she was just going to to stand there and say nothing they were going to have a problem. She narrowed her eyes and growled slightly.

“Jasmine, we've known each other since what, freshman year right? So if you've got something to say, you'd better just say it. It can't be any worse than the five fucking years of abuse I put up with from my old man because he didn't like the fact that I wasn't the all star he wanted, and I wouldn't act 'proper'. So yeah pardon me if I didn't tell the one friend I had out here cause I didn't want her running off cause she thought I was some kinda freak!”

She was damn near shouting at the end. What was there to say, she was hurt. Sure it may not have been the best way to have someone find out, but it didn't make her reaction to it hurt less.
 
Jasmine couldn't look at him. She listened as his voice grew louder and louder, his frustration showing. Yes, she probably should have said something and she probably shouldn't have slapped him, seeing as violence wasn't going to help anything anyway, but what was she supposed to do? She had just shared a secret with him, thinking at the moment the he was a girl, but now she found this out. She had just told a guy about her dirty little secret... but then again... she just found his out.

She sighed through a growl, trying to stifled the noise in her throat. It didn't mean to come out angry, but ti was still a bit hard to hold back the brutal sound. Turning her eyes back up to his she sighed again, crossing her arms and pushing herself from the wall. "I... I don't know what to think..." The words came out soft and jagged as she stepped toward him her hand reaching out and hovering over his chest, the chest that was obviously padded with a bra meant to look like boobs. "What's your real name?" Her eyes moved from his and down to his chest, her fingers now playing at the fabric of his shirt feeling for the muscle that she knew was there. "I wouldn't have thought you were a freak... but now... after being lied to for years... you don't trust me... you never did..." The words were barely audible, even in the echoing bathroom, and it didn't help that they were being coked back as if she was about to cry.
 
Breana narrowed her eyes when she asked what her name was. Her face was still stinging from the slap, she could just feel it now. She felt Jasmine's fingers feathering over her body and swatted her hand away. All the accusations she was throwing at her and now she wanted to touch her and feel what her eyes couldn't see?

“My. Name. Is. Breana.” The words were punctuated and clear. Regardless of what name was written on her birth certificate, this was the name she answered to now. It was the name she had on all her IDs and three months ago, it was the name she had legally changed to, Breana Christine Riles. That was her name, end of story.

“And at first no I didn't trust you, I couldn't trust anyone. I'd spent the last year being beaten and humiliated for being who I was. Then we moved here, and you became my only friend in this shit hole. You didn't judge me for being awkward. You just accepted me for being who i was, and yes for the last few years I have trusted you. I was just scared ok. I was scared of this happening. I didn't want to lose you.”

Breana looked at her friend. There was a strange mix of emotions on the wolf's face, pain, anger, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't see this ending well. She was about to lose her only friend, just like she'd been afraid would happen if she ever let the secret out.
 
Jasmine could feel his body become tense under her fingers, was it because she was touching him? Or maybe because he was ticklish? No. It was neither. She soon found out what was wrong when her hand was being slapped away from him. She turned her eyes up at him, hurt streaming through them, but rage laced it. Was he really going to act like this? She was only curious. Yes, she was still pissed about it, but it's not like she was just going to throw him away, she wanted to work things out, she didn't see this as an end to their friendship.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, choking down the frustration that built up in her when she heard the attitude that came with his response. She had only asked a question, and a damn good one at that. How was she supposed to know? "Look... you don't need to get pissy about that. Breana is a girls name, and according to your fucking body, you are the opposite. I was asking. Not a big deal." Her voice came out in an annoyed hiss even though she had tried to hold her temper back; she was doing a pretty good job actually.

"That's the thing!" She threw her hands up as she took another step towards him, her muzzle just a few inches from his. "I didn't accept you for who you were! I couldn't! You didn't let me know who you were! I mean look at me damn it!" She held her arms out, stepping back and showing off her attire. She was wearing shorts that were almost too short for dress code with the straps of her thong showing on each hip and a laced shirt with an undershirt that still showed through to her pink lace bra. The cloths fit her nicely, showing every curve that she could show off. "I'm not exactly normal. I'm not exactly your average fox. I..." She bit her lip as she pivoted, stepping back towards him to were she had been. "I use toys... well... just one... it was the only one I could get..." She shook her head as she looked away; that wasn't what this was all about, and she was hoping he didn't pry, that would be too embarrassing.

When she looked back up she saw his eyes starting to water. A pain welled in her chest as she threw herself at him, her arms wrapped around him and her snout nuzzling gently into his chest, pushing away the pad in the bra. She didn't think words were what he needed right now... so this is all she could give him.
 
Breana wiped the tears out of her eyes. God she hated trying to explain this shit to people. It always came down to the same thing. Your body is male, so you automatically must be male. Why did people always have to assume shit like that. She didn't know what she was, but she sure didn't identify as male, and felt more comfortable as a female. Still she couldn't exactly blame Jasmine for that. She wasn't sure what to do. She watched as her friend went on her little rant. She could see the point she was trying to get at, but at the same time, she didn't think she really understood what was going on.

Then Jasmine just hugged her. Nothing else burying her head into her chest, she was hugging her. It was purely emotional and comforting, nothing rational about it. She returned the hug, pulling her friend in tight. She didn't know if her friend was looking for comfort, or trying to give it, but it made her feel more secure, and let her know that she wasn't going to lose her as a friend.

She leaned back and sniffled. “Look jasmine, I don't think we've got time to go over all this right now, but if you come by my place after school, we'll talk about it all ok?” She cocked her head to the side, still holding her friend. “And bring your toy with you. I don't know how you got one under age, but dammit if you're going to be using one, I can at least make sure its not a piece of shit.”
 
She was thinking about her reaction and was now a bit annoyed with herself. It shouldn't have been a big deal to her, but she had been lied to for years. She knew there were better ways to handle things and she defiantly did not handle this very well. But when she felt Breana wrap his arms around her she smiled. She fell away from the mind set of him being this new person, a guy, and slipped back into the old familiar friendship of him being the girl she had known and loved and would continue to love. She buried her muzzle into the pad of the bra, enjoying the sweet fragrance it carried from the perfume that he probably used. It was certainly odd, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to get used to it right off the bat, but she wasn't going to wall away, they just had too much history together.

When she heard him start to speak she pulled herself away slightly, honestly not wanting to give up the comfortable embrace. A soft growl came from her as she finally pulled away and turned from him the hold still lingering on her shoulders. She was telling a bit odd. There was a storm of emotions in her that she couldn't understand, and the one that confused he the most was the emotion she was feeling about her friend. She had known him as a girl for almost six years and now that she knew him as a man... The feeling was making her dizzy. She had to turn from him as her eyes clouded over with the mix of emotions, she wasnt sure what would show, but whatever it was couldn't have been good.

Shaking her head, she listen to him. "Yeah... You're right. We should get back anyway... Wouldnt want our punishment to be any worse, knowing that old mare she would try to give us weekend detention." She huffed at the thought as she began to head for the door when she hear him tell her to bring her toy. She blushed deeply as she picked a the string on be shorts again her tryin to look away. It was a bit different now. Now that she knew Breana was actually a guy she was more than just a little shy about the toy issue. "U-umm... Okay... I'll have to swing by and get it then come to your house..." With that she pushed the door open and headed for class, wanting to get the school day over and done with.
 
The rest of the day passed by fairly uneventfully. She'd gotten another death glare from Mrs Growler when she returned to class right behind Jasmine. Apparently the principle hadn't wasted anytime in calling back to class after they left his office. She re did her makeup during their first break so she didn't look like a complete mess for the rest of the day, but otherwise she tried to carry on as normal. There was kind of an awkward tension between her and jasmine, but she was hoping that would get resolved after school, well detention rather.

Detention was long and tedious, though fortunately it was only an hour today. Still that didn't change what she was expecting from Jasmine. If she hadn't been watching her, the little vixen would've tried to slip off. Instead they were both bored spitless for an hour before heading home. She knew Jasmine didn't want to go, but she also knew Jasmine couldn't risk getting into more trouble for not showing up.

After school she gave her friend a hug and headed home. Once there she went into her studio apartment and pulled her own toys out of her nightstand. She only had a couple, and not because she was particularly enthusiastic about using them. Working at a sex store meant you had to know about the product, and that unfortunately meant shelling out some of your own cash so you could give people an honest opinion. She was debating having them out so she could show Jasmine she wasn't as much of a freak as she seemed to think cause she had one.
 
The walk back to the room was a bit awkward for Jasmine. Many things were running through her head. A couple times she had looked down, her eyes on his hand, thinking of grabbing it a few times. But the thought was absurd, or at least she thought so, or maybe not? The thought and confusion made her growl. It didn't matter, she wasn't going to think about it anymore. To be honest, it was weird. She shouldn't think like that but it was a bit odd. To her it would be like holding a girls hand, but now that she knew... it was different. Oh the confusion.

Jasmine was actually a little happy to be back in class. It was helping her get her mind off of the thoughts of him. And when she found herself bored she would pick up a school book and read it like a mindless nerd who's life was all about books. But when they were in detention she was about to go crazy. It was an entire hour of staring at a clock ticking by slowly. They had nothing to do but wait, and free time was not something that was good for her. But it was finally over, and they were finally leaving.

Without stalking, Jasmine sped home, leaving a note for her mom, grabbing her toy and a change of cloths and rushed to her friends house. She was nervous about showing him the toy, but it was already with her, so she might as well get it over with. But when she knocking on the door she could feel the tension from her embarrassment rising causing her hand to clench onto the little blue toy.
 
Breana was snapped out of her thoughts by the knock on the door. Looking down at her toys, a soft horse dildo, a pocket pussy, and smaller hard dog dildo, she decided fuck it. She was trying to make Jasmine more comfortable with herself, and being self conscious about her own toys wasn't going to help. Gathering them up in one hand, she walked up to the door and looked through the peep hole.

Sure enough it was Jasmine there. “One second Jas.” She undid the deadbolt, something she'd gotten into the habit of locking after he run in with her father last week. She opened the door keeping her toys behind it. She may not have been ashamed of having them, but that didn't mean she had to wave them around in front of everybody.

Once Jasmine came in she shut the door and walked over to her couch. She sat down and set her toy on the coffee table in front of her. “So what all do you want to know?”
 
One of her white claws had been scratching lightly at the door, only enough to make a sound and not hard enough to cause any damage to the wood. But soon enough the door was being pulled away from her claw and opening up to reveal Breana. She rubbed her arm shyly, something she hadn't done in front of her friend sense they had first met. But now that his secret was out, Jasmine was shy all over again. But she had to choke it down, this was not going to work if she was going to keep worrying about this. It wasn't going to be heathy for their friendship and they were never going to be able to get on with it if she held this against him.

She walked in, her tail in one hand and the other stroking it nervously. She shouldn't have been so nervous, but she just couldn't help it. Was it because now that she knew his secret she was shy about being in a house alone with him? Or maybe because she thought that he might actually have wanted to be alone with her and... no. She was not going to let those thoughts slip into her mind. So she pushed them away as best she could as she sat down on the couch, a few feet away from the wolf. "Well.... I... I don't know..." Her voice was shaking with nerves as she looked from him, to the tv to the wall and back again. She honestly didn't know what to ask. So she gave up on a question and just handed him the bag with her toy in it. It was a cheap plastic dildo from Spencers. A light blue color with a screw on top for batteries. Though when it was on, it was unbearably loud because of the hard plastic. It was only about four inches long and she was pretty sure that it was only good for light stimulation on the clit. But it was the only thing she had ever had, and it was good enough for her, seeing as she had never had anything else.

With a huff she turned away, hiding the deep red on her cheeks, far deeper than she wanted to share. She tried to distract him from the bag with a random question that she knew she had thought of earlier, one of the many that she had at the time, but the only one she could recall. "U-um... So... do you like girls?" Now that she asked it, she kind of felt like a bitch.
 
Breana roller her eyes as her friend thrust the bag at her while staggering over her words. “Oh for fucks sake Jas. Will you take a look at what all I've got sitting on the table? The fact that you have and use a sex toy nothing to be embarrassed by.” She reached in and pulled the small vibrator out and turned it on. When it rattled that loudly she sighed and turned it off.

She was about ready to ask where she got it from again when the vixen finally blurted out a question. It wasn't a new question, though that was admittedly a new way of hearing it. “Not a new one, but that's admittedly the first time I've heard it asked like that. Yes I like girls, never had any interest in guys, though I still get them flirting with me all the time at work.”

She looked back at the little blue vibrator and then at her friend again. “I'm going to be honest with you this a cheap piece of crap, more than likely meant as a gag gift than for actual use. If you don't mind me asking a few questions, I can get you a decent one at work tomorrow.”
 
Jasmine flinched at her friends words, but her eyes looked over at the table. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the dog dildo. It was small, but larger than what she had right now, and the thought of it was making her tense. Then her eyes turned to the larger horse dildo. Her cheeks flashed a deep red as the took in the size of the toy, her legs pressing together as she get herself began to burn between her legs. It was all she could do to stop herself from squirming at the thought of using it. And this deffinatly was not the time to think of something like that.

She was happy to hear him respond to her question. Though the answer only made her blush stay. So he had liked girls, which only made her memory jog with another quesiton she had forgotten. "But.... what about all those sleepovers we had? We slept in the same bed...." Okay, so it wasn't really a question, but she was sure that he would get the picture.

When he mentioned getting her a decent toy her eyes were wide again. But she was also confused about where he worked, but at what he said, she could guess it was an adult shop. "You... do you work at Spencers?" The question came tumbling out. It was, after all, the only store she knew that was adult themed. "What do you want to ask....?" Even through her shyness, she was interested in getting a new toy.
 
Breana seemrd to almost flush bright red when she asked about the sleepovers. That was back when she was still wearing pajamas to bed instead of her nighties or other lingerie that she wore all the time now. It had only ever been an issue once, but she'd made sure to keep it from being an issue from that point forward.

“Um well remember how I always insisted on being the little spoon when that happened? And then I'd always hold your hand at my stomach? That was why.” She looked away sheepishly. “I didn't want you accidentally coming across a problem during the night...”

Getting her composure back, she took the cheap vibe and chucked it over and into the small waste basket across the living room. “You won't be needing that thing any more. First question do you want a toy that you can penetrate yourself with?” That was legitimately her biggest question since it would determine whether she would be looking at an actual dildo, or just a small vibrator.
 
As she listened to her friend she squirmed shyly on the seat of the couch. She was recalling a few instances where she would find her hand slipping as she was falling asleep and then feel a stern but gentle grip grabbing at her hand. So that was the reason. She had to admit, that would have been quit the shock. But with that thought in her mind, she seemed to be even more uneasy, not because she was uncomfortable being around him, but because she suddenly remember how shy she actually was.

"Well... yeah... that would have been an interesting..." She stopped, not really knowing what to saw. But she just looked up at him, finally, and made a soft giggle. "I wonder how you would have talked yourself out of that one." She tried to joke, but wasn't really sure how to. It would have been funny though, seeing him stumble over his words as he apologized and tired to explain. Sad part is, she might have left.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the question. There was hesitation as she looked away and towards the horse dildo, again wondering how it would feel inside of her. But then again, she had never use a small vibrator, she had only ever used her fingers. "I... guess. I.... I don't really know. That's the only thing that ever been ins..." Her voice trailed off into a gentle almost silent whimper as she took a deep breath trying her best to force the worse out. "It's the only thing that even been inside me... I've never used anything else... inside or on my clit." By this time she was about to melt from embarrassment.
 
Breana nodded and saw Jasmine eying her horse cock. As it was, much as she loved the sensation she got from it, she could rarely use it. It took a lot of lube and patience to get it inside her. She also had to be real slow moving it so that she didn't injure herself.

“I work at Spartan's, not Spencer's. We're a full fledged sex store, not just a gag shop with some erotic novelties. Whatever you need we've got there, porn, vibes, dildos, pocket pussies, a couple of sex dolls. Find it kinda sad I have to get garter belts at work though, you'd think they'd be easier to find.

But yeah I think we should probably stick to a vibrator for your own use until you've actually had some experience with being penetrated. If you try to take on something too large at first you can really hurt yourself.

Next question, how much is noise an issue. I'm not talking about that annoying clacking you got from that thing. Is it a problem if your parents hear your toy buzzing, or do you want something quiet?”
 
When she saw her friend looking at the dildo as well, she knew she had been caught. Now she was offically feeling awkward. She didn't want her friend to see that, but it was over and done with. But she couldn't help think about if her friend used it or not. And if not... she might just steal it. That was just a crazy idea, and she was pretty sure her friend wouldn't be too happy about that.

When she heard Breana continue on, she had turned her eyes back up to her. She really just needed to relax, and she was sure that if she talked with a little more confidence, that it would probably be a lot easier for her. But her eyes widened when her friend told her about the sex shop that she worked at. So that was what she meant when she said she would get her something from work. "Oh... um... that's... and interesting place to work." It was, really, but she had more so said that because she couldn't find the right respond to 'by the way, I work in a sex shop,' nothing really came to mind.

"If you say so..." She bit her lip gently as she thought about what Breana had said. She didn't really want to wait to put something in her, but she did want to try a vibrator out. "To be honest... I... I would like to have both..." There was a hind of uneasiness in her voice, but she was trying to help her friend help her. "I would like something to put in me and a vibrator..." She kept her eyes on her friends, forcing the gaze even though she knew she wanted to look away. "I don't care about noise. I live in the basement, which is sound proof, and no one ever comes down anyway."
 
Breana reached over and patter her friend on the knee. “Don't rush it Jas. I've gotten a couple of virgins at work who came in and got a dildo and regretted in the next day. Everyone I've talked to says its better if you do your first penetration with somebody, just to make sure you're ok while it's happening. Hell Diamond insisted on me using one of the booths at work when I got my dog dildo just to make sure I didn't hurt myself.”

She looked her friend in the eye, her soft gaze resting there to let her know she was just concerned about her well being. “Now last thing I need to know is how much is money an issue? I can you get you something fairly cheap if you want, but some of the better vibes are a bit spendy, but usually they don't go for more than about forty or fifty bucks.”

Suddenly the image of Jasmine laying back naked flashed into her mind. She didn't know what brought it up. Maybe it was just the conversation they were having about getting her a toy to use, but whatever it was, it was definitely causing her to get excited. She could feel her cock starting to come out of it sheathe. She chewed her lip without thinking about it, hoping Jasmine wouldn't notice.
 
She looked down at the conforting hand on her knee, a wave of relaxation washing over her. What was the doing? She was perfectly fine and there was no need to be uncomfortable. Or so she thought. Her eyes widened for a moment when she heard that she should do it with someone. "I... I don't have anyone to do that with." She spoke in a small voice as she looked up at him, her head still down.

She bit her lip, a little harder than intended, but Breana had put the thought in her head of someone watching her put something in her, or someone doing it for her. A soft whimper sounded from her at the though as she cleared her throat, an attempt to hid her feelings. "I don't care about money. I have plenty. Even though my parents don't care much, they still give me a hundred bucks a month."

A warm sensation touched the tip of her tongue when she released her lip from her teeth. Apparently she had accidentally pierced the skin; oops. She growled lightly as she licked at the little cut, lowering her eyes back to her lap. But when she did, something caught her eye. Across from her, in his lap, was a small bulge. Jasmine looked away quickly, turning her head and biting her lip again. "Bre... you're um... yeah..." What was she supposed to say? She had never seen a guys... well... you know, and never even see him bulge through his clothing before; this was a first.
 
Breana nodded. “Ok that's plenty to work with. Most toys don't get over that so I'll text you a couple pictures tomorrow and you let me know which one you like.” She started smiling again, looking for a reason to excuse herself, at least she was until Jasmine pointed out what she was wanting to go deal with.

Breana pulled back nervously and covered the bulge in her skirt with her hands. God this was embarrassing. Normally she could talk to people about sex and toy with out any issues, but for some reason jasmine was getting her excited. She used her pocket pussy on a fairly regular basis, but now she was wondering what a real one felt like. Maybe her and Jasmine could- No she just cut that though off there. Jasmine wasn't even her girlfriend how could she ask her to just have sex like that. She shook her head. It didn't help that she could feel her erection getting larger and pushing against her hands.

“Sorry, I don't normally have this problem. I don't know why it's acting up like this now. Never even happened at work before. Really it's kinda strange.” She hung her head down chagrined. God this had just gotten a whole lot more awkward.
 
"Even with pictures I don't think I would be able to pick one out... you know more about this, so maybe you should just... surprise me?" She really didn't know anything about it, and seeing as Breana probably knew more than Jasmine ever would, she figure that she would be better off with letting her friend pick something out for her instead of her blowing her money on something she would end up hating or might hurt her.

She heard Breana shuffle her hands over her crotch, trying to cover the bulge. Her eyes shifted back to her friend, blushing deeply as she did. A shiver ran down her spin at a thought, a thought that she should not have had about her friend. But she shouldn't help it. She was wondering what it looked like, what it would feel like. Could she has him to show her? Would that be weird? Of course it would be weird, but she couldn't keep her eyes from trailing back down to the skirt and noticing that he was growing, his hands unable to hide the bulge that was growling larger. Now that she was looking at it she wasn't even sure if he would fit. Was he done growing? Or was there more?

"D-don't be sorry..." She blushed as she forced her eyes up to his, but then her mind raced. He said that this never happened before. But why now? That's a silly question, he just said he didn't know why. Could it be because of her? No, that was absurd. But still... she couldn't help was wonder. "I've never see one..." It just kind of tumbled out of her mouth, and she was quickly regretting it as she squirmed shyly in her seat.
 
Breana sat there nervously, though thinking about it, she might be able to get Jasmine in with her without the ID check. Still she couldn't help fidgeting. She was nervous, and it didn't help that now Jasmine was being shy about it as well. She wanted to see it? She looked over at the dog dildo. That was close to what it looked like, but not quite the same.

“Um It kinda looks like my dildo there. I don't know if you'd actually want to look at mine, or not, I mean you aren't my girlfriend or anything, so I don't know if that would be weird, or..” She was definitely rambling on and not sure what to do. It had finally stopped growing, but it wasn't retreating at all.
 
She blushed when she heard Breana say that it looked like the dog dildo. Her eyes glaced over at it then back to her frined then back to the dildo. It was almost as if she was studying it. And then the thought came. If she used it, would it be similar to how it would feel if Breana put himself inside of her? No. She couldn't think of that, that was just... weird? But she had to ask. "So... If I used that... or someone used it on me... it would like like yours?" The words stumbled out of her mouth, but were formed enough to be understood. She was still curious though, and her curiosity was getting the best of her.

She could feel the heat between her legs grown, and the lace of her panties wasn't holding up to well because she could feel her legs getting wet through the cloth. She pressed her legs together hard and place a hand over her graon, suddenly aware that he wasn't the only one with issues right now.
 
Brena shrugged her shoulders, and finally just gave up trying to hide it, her skirt was stained where she'd been pushing up against it, and now that she'd released it she was making a good seven inch tent in her skirt. She leaned back some what frustrated at her lack of control.

“I, I really don't know. I've talked to a couple of different people about it, and they say that a real cock feels different from a dildo. Part of it's because it's warm, and then there's something else that a dildo just can replicate, but they don't really know how to explain it. Pocket pussies are kinda the same way. Either way I couldn't say, I've never actually had sex.”

She looked over at her friend and saw that she was covering her own lap now. “Uh Jas, are you feeling ok? Why are you covering your lap?”
 
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