Statistical Average

"What?" I swallowed, seeing her staring at me.

"You know, ever since last week, every time I look at you, all I can think about is you on your hands and knees sucking his cock."

"Why…why aren't you dressed yet?"

"Dressed for what?" Emma asked, confused.

"I thought we were going on a date?"

"No, I said you had a date," she told me.

"With…with who?"

"That cute guy from down the hall."

"A guy?"

"Oh, stop," she said, "we both know you're gay."

"I am not!"

"Well, you will be after tonight, trust me."

Locked Up