Oh, that’s right. Taylor and I had played Never Have I Ever, and I’d been desperate to one up him, so I drank to everything, even though I was actually a virgin.
His words from the night before drifted into my memory.Never have I ever fucked a mouth.His eyes had looked so black and glossy. Not shiny, like he was emotional, or glazed, like he was on drugs. No, they had looked more intense than that. Like he was relishing the memory of his past conquests. Or as if he was looking right through me, past my fake confidence, to my very bones.
Inexplicably, my cock swelled. I stared at it in shock — I would have thought my headache was too bad to get turned on now, but it must have been the memory of those dirty words.
Jeez, I thought, wrapping a hand around my dick andgiving it a few strokes. I had to get laid sooner rather than later.
Ten minutes later, I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth twice until the lingering taste of beer had disappeared, and changed into some clean clothes. I walked out to the main room, expecting it to be empty, but to my surprise, Taylor was there, sitting on the couch. He looked up from his phone and ran a critical eye over me.
“What?” I said, more out of habit than because I actually felt angry. I was too tired to start an argument today.
He didn’t reply as he watched me walk into the kitchenette to make my breakfast. After I put two slices of bread into the toaster, I had a glass of water and glanced over at him to see if he was still watching me. He was, and I almost choked on my water.
Cheeks burning, I put the glass of water down. I finished making my toast, then took the plate to the couch, sitting on the other end of it, as far as I could get from him. Which, to be honest, wasn’t particularly far. If he reached out one arm, he’d be able to touch my shoulder.
Maybe I should have just eaten in my room. But this was the living area, and I was allowed to eat wherever I wanted.
I took my first bite of toast when Taylor spoke.
“I didn’t know you were so experienced, Archie,” he said.
“Huh?” I said, mouth full.
He smiled patiently, and I almost dropped my jaw in shock.
Taylor smiled. At ME.
Had I woken up in a parallel universe?
“I didn’t know you were so experienced in bed,” he continued. “I learned a lot about you last night.”
I shrugged with false nonchalance.
“I don’t remember you having a girlfriend during high school,” he said.
“I did,” I replied quickly. “I’ve had a few.”
“Right,” he said. “But you were single last year.”
“How do you know that? I didn’t realise you paid so much time to my dating life.”
Taylor didn’t reply, just looked at me with that disconcerting pleasant smile.
“Anyway, even if I haven’t had an official girlfriend for a while, that’s not a requirement to sleep with someone, is it? Or are you a romantic?”
“Hardly,” Taylor said.
I ate more of my toast. I needed to finish my breakfast and then leave in a natural way, so it didn’t look like I was running away from him.
“You know,” Taylor continued, and something about his tone made the hair at the back of my neck stand up, “I was so surprised by what you admitted last night that I almost think you’re…lying.”
I froze. The only thing worse than Taylor finding out Iwas a virgin was him finding out that I had lied about being experienced. About eating girls out, about doing anal, about every other freaky thing the guys had said. I could already feel the humiliation and shame flooding my body.
Why the hell had I done that last night? It had been so lame. I hadn’t even been thinking — I just wanted to prove that I was better than Taylor at something. Anything.
“W-well,” I said, clearing my throat. “I wasn’t. Sorry you’re insecure.”
“Insecure?” He laughed, and I hated the sound of it. I hated it so much, I wanted to punch him in the stomach and see him buckle over. I knew deep down, part of the reason I was so pissed right now at him was because I was angry at myself. The embarrassment made me feel sick.
