What the hell kind of dream was that? Fucking Penelope in my car? Jesus. Her fake tits were apparently so burned into my eyeballs that they started showing up in my dreams. And yeah, she was hot. Stupidly hot. I wanted to fuck her so bad in real life too, but I knew I shouldn't. But would I?
I probably would. I wanted to pin her down and just go nuts on her.
I tried to shake the thought off and walked to the door. I grabbed my jacket and zipped it up, hiding my boner at least a little. Kayla stepped toward me too, fixing her hair. Penelope unplugged her phone from the charger and sighed.
"You're gonna drop us, right?" Penelope asked. "Like a true gentleman."
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "I will. You guys ready?"
"Yep," Kayla said. Then she lowered her voice and muttered, "Not as ready as your member though."
I pretended not to hear that.
"Mendy, I'm really sorry again," I said. "You shouldn't have seen that. I was tired after the game and… well—"
