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I walked into my apartment and found Lily, my best friend since we were twelve years old, in her bed smiling. "Well there you are," she said.

"Hey," I said, looking away.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"You didn't sleep here, your bed is still made, where did you run off to last night?"

"N...nowhere," I said.

"Sweetie..."

I shrugged. "L...Luke's place," I whispered.

"Luke's place? Sweetie, you went home with him?"

"I...I guess," I said.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And what happened?"

"Nothing?"

"Nothing," I lied, "we talked."

"Talked? Talked? He's clearly into you, all you did was talk? He didn't make a move?"

"Lily..."

"He did!"

"It was..."

"You slept with him!" she squealed.

"I...it just happened, okay? It was nothing."

"Nothing? My sissy BFF finally sleeps with a guy is not nothing. What dod you do? Did you go down on him? Did he fuck you?"

"Lily!"

"Don't you dare not tell me what happened. Did you suck his cock or not?"

My blush gave that away.

"Big?"

I nodded. "Yea."

"Did he fuck you?"

I nodded again. "Yes," I said.

"And what about the cage? What did he say about it?"

I thought of him touching the small, pink chastity cage I wore, smiling at it, at me. It's so small, so pretty, he'd said. "He...he thought it was cute."

"Did he cum in you?"

"Yes," I blushed.

"And did you...did you squirt?"

I nodded.