“How do you know if you’re gonna have a..” Shannon’s world trailed off as she took in the sight of both girls gaping at her. "Uh, never mind."

"Finish it," Claire squealed, bouncing up and down. "An orrrrr...”

"Gasm," Shannon whispered, her face growing red.

That was not something you expected your best friend to say. Shannon, especially.

"You had an orgasm?" Claire's eyes bulged. "Shut the front door!"

"Whoa," You muttered, looking begrudgingly impressed. "He's fucking smooth."

"Did you see his willy?" Claire demanded. "Oh my god, was it big? It's big, right? Ugh, I bet he's huge and you're so tiny..."

"Calm down, miss I'm afraid of the D," You shot back before turning your gaze on Shannon. "Did you have sex with him?"

"What?" Shannon shook her head. "No, no, I haven't ... I mean we haven't ..."

"Did he go down on you?" You asked instead. "Use his fingers?"

"No," Shannon choked out. "He just kissed me."

“Just kissed you." You replied fatly. "Wow."

"Don't be a bitch," Claire chimed in. "We're not all fast movers?"

Smiling brightly, nodded to Shannon. "Keep going, Shan. Tell us about your kiss orgasm."

Flustered, Shan began to explain how she felt the other day when Johnny and her were on his bed, and again when they were in his car. When she was finished explaining, she looked to you and Claire for advice. "Is that normal?"

"It sounds like you were close," You offered. The description Shan gave sounded exactly how Hugh made you feel. Not that anyone knew.

"And it also sounds like he's a beast."

"Imagine what he could do with those clothes off," You mused, smiling now. "I think you should ditch the clothes for your next dry humping session. And then report back to us."

Shannon exhaled heavily. "Johnny said he doesn't want to have sex with me."

"What?” Both you and Claire gaped at her.

"He said he doesn't want to have sex with me," Shannon repeated, mortified.

"Who doesn't want to have sex with you?" A familiar voice spoke up from the doorway. Your head shot towards the sound just as Hughie stopped in the hallway and arched a brow. His eyes widened then. "Holy shite! You're talking about Cap?"

"No," Shan blurted out, horrified. "I mean, I don't... I didn't—“

"Dammit, Claire," You snapped. "I told you to close your door when you came up with the hot chocolates."

"I didn't expect perverts to be lurking around," Claire growled, narrowing her eyes at her brother. "Go away, creep."

"You're all too young for that kind of calk," Hughie stated, casting a meaningful look towards his sister. "Especially you."

"Oh my god, were sixteen!" Claire laughed. "And that’s rich coming from the boy whose headboard is positioned directly against my bedroom wall."

Walking over to her dresser, Claire began to bang her palm down on the dresser in a hard rhythm. "Oh, yeah, baby, give it to me," She mimicked in a male voice.

"Oh, Katie, I love what you do with your tongue—”

Your face paled. Katie. Claire thought it was Katie.

"Claire," Hughie hissed in warning. His eyes flickered to yours. "Pack it in."

Undisturbed, Claire continued to mimic his voice, speeding up the banging. "Yes, baby. Now, now, I gotta pull out or I'm gonna cooooo-“

Hughie slammed the bedroom door shut just as Claire screamed.

"Come!" She erupted in laughter as you sat on her bed, heart dropping to your stomach. It wasn’t Katie he was making those noises with. It was with you.