It takes about three seconds for a goofy grin to spread on my face and a deep chuckle to emit from my mouth. She mirrors my movements and begins laughing too, it's deep, yet somehow gentle at the same time.
Leave it to her to manage to gloat after that, then again, she's earned that right.
“You're such an idiot,” I retort when I finally stop giggling.
She grins widely. “Maybe, but clearly I'm not a pillow princess.”
“Clearly.”
I can't even lie to her, she literally just made me cum four times. How did she manage to do that? This is the same girl who has never been with a girl before. She really is a perfectionist, isn't she?
“I didn't know it could feel like that,” she tells me, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. Her gaze is sort of intimidating when she's like this, but I can't look away.
“I didn't either,” I admit honestly and she looks baffled at my words.
In my seventeen years of living, I have been with my fair share of people. I've been with people of all heights, races, sizes and genders too. I've had great sex, bad sex, and downright life changing sex, but this? This was the best I've ever had.
Of course, it has to have been with the one girl I've hated since I was a child.
“Did it feel like that for you? Your first time with a girl?” she asks curiously, inching forward and playing with my fingers.
I find myself letting her play with my fingers as I also inch closer to her.
I shake my head. “My first time with a guy was actually better than my first time with a girl.”
“Really? I thought girls knew each other's bodies better?” She looks completely shocked by my revelation and it's adorable.
Where is the Juliette who would have berated me for even mentioning having sex with a girl? She's so calm here, so curious.
She's actually admitting that girls know each other's bodies better. Then again, she can't really be homophobic when she literally just had her fingers inside me.
I'm just gonna appreciate her normalcy while I still have it, we can be normal like this in the comfort of her home, where she doesn't have to answer to anyone. I should revel in it because she's gonna go back to pretending like she hates people like me tomorrow.
“They do, for the most part …” I sigh and she looks at me urging me to continue. “I just put a lot of pressure on myself because I was fifteen and I thought it would be perfect because—”
“You were both girls.” She finishes off for me.
“Exactly.” I nod. “I had slept with a guy a few months before and I always knew I was bisexual. So, I just automatically assumed that sleeping with a girl next would be much better.”
I had kissed girls before obviously, once I got old enough to develop sexual feelings, I wanted to act on them.
The first guy I slept with was sweet. He was one of Aryan’s cousins. His name was Raj and we met at Aryan’s fifteenth birthday party. We sort of had a fling and he was the first guy I slept with. It was gentle and awkward, but it wasn't bad, just your regular first time.
She nods, listening intently. “And it wasn't?”
Why am I opening up like this? I'm literally a closed book to most people because I hate talking about feelings. With Juliette, it's so easy to open up, even though I hate that it feels so easy.
We're both here in bed—naked—and instead of being shy that we're both naked and can see each other or just ravaging her again, I'm telling her about my first time?
What is wrong with me?
I should be bolting out of here, that's usually what I do when I have sex with anyone, so why do I want to stay so bad?
“It was horrible. Her name was Allison and she was working at Miss Kim's during the summer and we kind of had a…fling.”
I stop talking when I feel Juliette's hand retracting from mine. Her face has darkened and a frown is starting to emerge. I shoot her a quizzical look, but she instantly snaps out of it, clearing her throat.
“Keep going,” she says, her tone low.
