Lora bursts into the room practically vibrating with excitement, yelling that one of our reels finally went viral. I’m so shocked and thrilled that I clutch my chest, eyes wide, and collapse dramatically like the news hit me harder than expected. Lora panics, convinced I’m having some kind of excitement-induced fit. She rushes to my side, shaking me, calling my name, desperately trying to figure out what to do. She remembers that she needs to see my chest rise and fall if she’s giving me air, so she yanks my shirt. Then she slides my pants off because she insists it’ll help make things easier, revealing my whole body. The situation feels intense, urgent, almost absurd — two hot girls half-laughing, half-frantic. She presses her mouth to mine, giving deep inhales, watching my chest rise with each one. Her hands move to my bare chest for compressions, squeezing, pushing, bouncing me under her palms. She doesn’t want to feel weird being the only naked one, so she strips down too, tossing
