Hold The Phone Chatty Cathy

Gizelle waits in the bedroom, legs bare, skin warm from a slow day alone. She needs Jayden home. When the door opens and Jayden steps in with that bright energy, the gossip starts fast. Names, stories, drama—it pours out before her heels even hit the floor. Gizelle smiles, then moves closer. She touches Jayden’s hip, then lower, trying to pull focus. Jayden leans in for a second, but her phone rings and the spell breaks. One of her friends on the line, voice loud, story louder. Jayden keeps talking, but Gizelle stays close. Hands slide up thighs, lips press against skin. Jayden bites her lip, tries to keep her voice steady. Each new detail from the call gets harder to follow as Gizelle’s mouth finds new spots, bolder now. Jayden’s breathing changes. Her answers come late, clipped. The friend pauses, asks if everything’s fine. Jayden makes something up—traffic, a podcast, anything that covers the soft, wet sounds slipping out of her. Gizelle doesn’t stop. She pulls Jayden’s legs open, tongue working deeper, steady, relentless. Jayden’s fingers tighten around the phone. She’s losing the thread, losing the fight. The gossip can wait. She drops the phone, reaches for Gizelle, and lets the rest of the afternoon go quiet except for the two of them.