“A bathroom, at a party.” They’d both had way too much to drink, and he’d dragged her into the small room downstairs. She’d been wearing a very short skirt, daring for her. He’d hiked it up and pulled her panties down before she’d even considered saying no. In fact, she’d reached for his fly and assisted him with his jeans. He’d pushed them down and grabbed her thighs.
She could still remember the feel of the cold granite beneath her. He’d pulled her to the edge and then placed himself at her opening.
That was how she’d lost her virginity.
At the ripe old age of nineteen.
“The sink?”
Suddenly, she was picturing Chaz lifting her onto the vanity in her own bathroom. She imagined wrapping her legs around his waist. “Yeah.” And then, “How about you?”
Maybe she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to think of him having crazy, casual, romantic sex with some girl who wouldn’t be self-conscious about how mushy her thighs had become.
“That’s a tough one.” He seemed to be thinking very hard.
“Can’t pin it down to just one?” she taunted him.
He laughed softly. “Well, I am a pilot.”
“In the cockpit?” she asked.
He laughed a little louder. “Obviously, you’ve never been in the cockpit of a fighter jet. There’s barely enough room for me.”
“Hmm…” This was okay. Playing a guessing game. “A car?”
“Of course. Try again.”
“A commercial airplane? I can’t imagine you not being a member of the mile-high club.”
He pounded a fist to his chest. “Alas, I disappoint you again. I rarely fly commercial.”
“A locker room?” She remembered he’d played football.
“With the head cheerleader, of course.”
Of course.
“I give up. Tell me. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve ever had sex?”
“An elevator. A haunted house ride at Disney World. And… the stall in a restroom at a Linkin Park concert. Satisfied?”
She didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t satisfied, nor was she shocked. It was just that his admissions somehow taunted her own limited experience.
“But for the record, I prefer a bed. And privacy. That way I can take my time… not be rushed.”
Her breathing hitched.
“Kent and I had this really sturdy antique dining room table that his grandma gave him. I always wanted to have sex on top of it.” Where had that come from?
“But you never did?”
Penny sighed.
“People ate there, Kent said.”
“There’s time yet, Penny– what’s your last name?”
He would have to ask her that. “Um, it’s complicated.”
