Waylon: I’m not answering.
Harlow: 14?
Waylon: No.
Harlow: 18??
Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose and surrender.
Waylon: 20.
Harlow: 20?! No way. It’s almost like…that’s MY age. Which means I have to lose it before I’m 21 or I’m officially a loser.
Waylon: Who’d think that?
Harlow: Every man looking to hook up. I can’t be 21 and tell them I’ve never had sex before. They’ll know I’m inexperienced and won’t be able to please them.
Waylon: Not that I want to talk you into giving up your V-card to just anyone but most guys don’t care about that. If they’re into you, they’ll respect your body and your boundaries enough to wait until you’re ready.
Harlow: Ugh, you sound like Delilah. Even though I know she was having sex before my age.
Waylon: Then you know she’s giving you advice based on experience and her wishing she hadn’t rushed it.
Harlow: Maybe…but let’s backtrack to you being 20. That means you didn’t have sex in high school. How’s that possible? Didn’t you and Wilder have the biggest manwhore reputations?
Of course that comes back to bite me in the ass over a decade later.
Waylon: There’s other stuff people can do that don’t include penetration. Hooking up doesn’t always mean sex.
Harlow: Really? What does it mean then?
My head falls back against the couch in disbelief that I’m having this conversation with someone Ilikeand having to pretend I don’t in that way.
That’d be my damn luck.
But at this point, if this is the only way I get to talk to her, then I’ll take it.
Consequences be damned.
Waylon: It means getting each other off from touching or kissing down below. Could also be dry humping until you both come.
Harlow: Ohh. Dry humping sounds fun. Does it feel better with the girl on top or the bottom?
I adjust myself because the more she talks about this, the more it’s confusing my dick.
My jaw is also about to snap at how hard I’m grinding my teeth.
Waylon: Both feel good but everyone has their own preferences.
Harlow: What’s yours?
Fuck me.How do I get out of this conversation without coming in my pants?
Waylon: Uh…I guess I prefer the girl on top, straddling my lap and taking control. That way she can go as fast or slow as she needs to help her orgasm. And I can play with her nipples and kiss her neck easily to help her come harder.
And with that, I should burn my phone.
Harlow: Jesus. See, now that’s hot. Why can’t these guys talk to me like that?
