Marie stretched and yawned. “Sorry, Helen, must have dropped off.”

“You needed it. You push yourself too hard.”

“It’s okay for you. I’ve another year’s training yet.”

Helen passed her a glass of wine. “You wanted to do neurosurgery.”

“No need to show off, getting qualified before me. Going to psychoanalyse me for Christmas?”

Helen shook her head. “You’re obviously overtired, stressed and Ben just dumped you.”

Marie shrugged. “On the cards. Fed up with him pushing for a blow-job or anal. That tart’s welcome to him.”

“So you’re happy to crash out with me? Sorry I’ve only one bed.”

“I’m really grateful. You never liked Ben, did you?”

I was jealous. “Too immature for you.”

As Marie stretched out on the sofa, her jogging trousers stretched across her mound. Helen swallowed. If I touched her pussy, would she be wet for me?

“Thanks, Helen.”

Helen felt surprised. “For what?”

“Making me feel wanted. It really means a lot.” Marie stood up. “I need more sleep.”

“I’ll join you soon.” Sharing my bed with the best mate I fantasise about. What do I do?

Marie smiled and kissed Helen’s cheek. “Give me a hug when you do. I’d love that.”

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