He shakes his head. “No. Sex is only illegal with a minor or with an unwilling participant.” He watches me carefully, as if worried about my reaction.
I’m not sure what to think. I’m pissed that my brother lied about something else, but in some ways, I’m relieved. That was probably due to the fact that there are two half-naked men surrounding me.
I lick my lips nervously, unsure what all this means for me. “I don’t know what to say,” I tell them, my hands shaking for some reason.
“Would you like us to teach you? Fill in the large gaps that have been left in your knowledge?” Sly asks gently.
I nod. “Yes. I wouldn’t even know what to ask.”
“To start, we can tell you what some of the terms mean. But we need to go slow; it might be overwhelming. And if you have questions, you can ask any of us.”
“Okay,” I say, thinking it through. I guess all of them know this stuff better than I do. “Wait, does that mean that none of you are virgins?” I ask, realizing that they might have touched other women.
“That’s right,” Sly confirms my fear, and I swallow the uncomfortable lump in my throat. “But for me at least, I can tell you they didn’t mean anything. I’ve never even had a girlfriend before.”
“You slept with women you didn’t love?” I ask in surprise, and he nods, looking a little guilty.
“Do you hate me now?” he asks, surprising me.
“No, it’s just… a lot to take in.”
“Alright, well, I don’t want to end our date on a sour note, so come cuddle me, and I’ll put on the Bachelorette if I can find it,” Dex says, flicking the TV on and flipping through channels as Sly and I pull the blanket over us.
When we find the show, we lie down, my head and hand on Dex’s chest and his large hand on my side.
I let the distraction of the men on TV tryingto fight for Laurie’s attention pull me from where my mind was starting to wander.
Dex’s fingers trail slowly up and down my side, and after a while, I realize I’m growing damp between my legs and my core is clenching again. Dex said that means I’maroused.
I’m just unsure what I’m supposed to do about it. After the bomb that was dropped on me tonight, I’m not sure I’m ready for sex yet. Sly did tell me to ask if I had questions. Wasn’t this a very relevant question?
“Dex?” I whisper so quietly that even I can barely hear it.
“Hmm?”
“I was wondering, umm, is it normal, um… shoot. I don’t know how to ask you.”
“I promise not to judge. You can ask me anything,” he tells me, giving me a gentle squeeze.
“Let’s say, hypothetically, that I was feeling… aroused. How would I fix that? Is sex the only way?”
“In thishypotheticalsituation, I’d tell you that you need to come.”
“Come where?”
“It’s a commonly used expression,” Sly adds from behind me in the bed. “It means to have an orgasm. Do you know what that means?”
“Yeah, that’s where men have their release.”
“Yes, but women can have them, too.”
“Women ejaculate?!” I ask in surprise.
“Not exactly, it just means they reach their peak of arousal,” Sly explains.
“After they… come, their arousal fades?”
“Normally, yes. You’d feel sated. For a while, anyway. Sometimes you can come multiple times in a row.”
