Lena’s POV
I sat on a cold metal shelf in the supply closet and stared at my best friend like she was the only person left who could understand the ache under my skin.
“I can’t do another night of touching myself and still feeling empty,” I said.
The words came out like a wish but they didn’t shake.
“I want someone to actually open me up. I want fingers and a mouth and a c**k that doesn’t stop when I get loud. I want it to hurt in a good way and then feel so good I forget my own name.”
Sadie’s eyes were dark in the dim light. She bit her lip the way she always did when she was already halfway gone.
“Same,” she whispered.
“I’m so tired of this s**t ass celibacy. Of being the good girls who never get touched. I want to be held down and praised while I’m dripping.”
“I want someone
