In over 566 straight-couple sexual encounters polled, men orgasmed in about 90%, while women only orgasmed in about 54% of encounters. That’s basically a coin flip.
Heads or tails if you have an orgasm? That can’t be right. And men are only at ninety percent? I’ve had an orgasm every single time I’ve had sex.
“Hey, Callie,” I whisper and nudge her with my elbow.
Her head is buried in her phone, and she gives me a quick look, but I’m clearly annoying her from the way her lips thin. I nod for her to come closer.
“You’re pretty needy this visit.” But she gets closer, so I move the magazine so it’s in front of both of us.
“Read this.”
She scans the article and shrugs. “And?”
“That can’t be right. Just over fifty percent? That has to be wrong.”
Her eyebrows crinkle and a smile teases her lips. “Sounds right to me.”
I scowl at her. “No fucking way.”
Her face grows serious, and she nods. “Depends how much time we have, how much foreplay there is, and honestly whether I feel like putting the effort in to get there. Whether toys are involved. There are lots of factors for us women. Do I have a lot going on in my life at that moment, and I’m all up in my head…” She studies me then draws back, realization dawning. “Oh. Your ego a little bruised? You thought you rocked every woman’s world, did you?”
I scoff. “Well, everyone I’ve been with has come.” I can’t help the way I puff my chest out a little.
She arches an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
I rack my brain. Yeah, I’m sure. They scream, they tense, their pussy clenches around my dick before all that pressure releases. “Yeah.”
A look crosses her face. One that suggests I’m very wrong.
“You did, right?”
She bites her lip as if she’s trying to remember.
How can she not remember? I mean, it’s a little fuzzy because we’d been drinking, but the ending I remember pretty damn well.
“Yeah, sure.” She shrugs.
“Not very convincing.”
Her shoulders deflate, and she scans the room. “I don’t think this is the place to talk about it.”
The magazine drops from my hands and falls to my lap, and I turn to her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Her gaze shifts to look around the room again, and I scramble to pick up the magazine, opening it and placing it in front of us.
“This isn’t hiding anything. If anything, we’re being more obvious.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I bite out. “Did you really not finish?”
“Callie?” the nurse calls.
“Here!” She springs out of the seat, and I follow her, bringing the magazine with me.
The fucking guy nods at me again, and I nod back, hoping to appease him so he doesn’t try to get a picture and put something on the internet about me being in an OBGYN office.
I’m going to have Callie alone for a few minutes before the doctor comes in. I need answers.
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