He didn’t even get to finish.
She was already covering her face with her hands.
“Noooooooooo, Tate, no, come on, thiscannotbe true.”
“I just said it wasn’t.”
“Yeah, but you’re lying! How is it possible that you’re lying? I must have seen you with, like, seventy different girls in high school. I once caught you getting a blow job behind the science block! You claimed to be some kind of sex expert, when actually you’re avirgin?”
She said the word way too loudly, and knew it. It practically reverberated around the room.
Though luckily it seemed to have no impact. Or at least, not the impact she expected. His cheeks didn’t go pink. There was no blustering after the fact, or sneering at the idea of virginity. Instead, his answering expression was almost scornful—and so were his words.
“Hey, just because I’ve never stuck my dick all the way into some pussy doesn’t make me a virgin. I’ve done just about every other fucking thing you can think of. I’ve had two threesomes—one with another guy. I made a girl come just by kissing and sucking on her tits. Bondage, spanking, sex toys, fingers in my ass, fingers inherass, voyeurism, exhibitionism…you name it, I’ve done it.”
Now it was her turn to fall silent, as several cogs turned in her head at once.
Spanking cogs. Bondage cogs. Cogs that featured someone fingering his ass.
And finally, the best one. The one she had to bring up, if only in passing.
“Okay, can we revisit the guy thing at some point when my mind is not still being blown by this other completely incredible revelation?”
“It’s not such a revelation. You’ve seen my dick. You know my problem.”
“The only problem I know of is that it isn’t in me.”
“You really wouldn’t be saying that if youdidhave it in you.”
“Why don’t you try and we’ll find out.”
She didn’t really mean it in a sexy way.
It just came out like that, all husky and teasing.
Andnowhis cheeks turned pink.
“Okay. Okay. Look, if we are actually going to do this we need to do a lot of other shit first.”
“Like threesomes with another guy? Or do you just want me to finger pop your asshole?”
“This is not the time to be a smart-ass, Letty. This is the time for me to panic about splitting your vagina right down the middle like a dress that’s way too small for me.”
“Now isexactlythe time to be a smart-ass if you really think that’s going to happen.”
“No I don’t really think it is. But you know what I mean. I have been with girls who screamed over barely the tip. Usually I at least get a grimace. I really don’t want our first time to be you grimacing while I squeeze a watermelon into an opening the size of a grape.”
“I’m not sure my opening is grape-sized.”
“It feels grape-sized. It feels like I can only just get two fucking fingers in there, so we’re gonna do this my way or no way. Are we clear on that?”
“Absolutely clear. You just tell me what you want me to do.”
His eyes stuttered closed at that. She wasn’t sure why, however. Was it still her teasing tone? Or more the idea of her doing whatever he wanted? Both, she thought, if his manner was anything to go by.
It was somehow shaky, yet as brisk as a man who planned this for years.
“Okay, so first off, I want you wet.”
