Secrets

We trade confessions like cigarettes in the dark. When Aliza leans in, her lips brush the shell of my ear and the temperature drops between my thighs. She tells me what she wants to do to the girl who just walked by, how she’d peel those jeans open and taste every inch of her before she even knows she’s come. My pulse jumps. My cunt grows slick. She knows the effect she has and presses the words deeper, slow and measured, until I can barely sit still without grinding against the seat. I feel hot and spread open just listening to her voice.