“You mean like giving him a blowjob?” Rachel asked. “They love it. Do you know how?”
Riley shook her head. “I lived on a ranch, and I guess my mom figured I got the idea. We never spoke about it. We’ve only had sex a few times, but when I ask to do the same thing he does to me, he says, ‘next time.’”
“Honey, you’re new at this. Garrett might want to take it slow to give you time to acclimate to having sex. Didn’t you have girlfriends who talked about this kind of stuff?” Rebecca asked gently.
Riley shook her head, now feeling like an idiot.
Rachel patted her hand. “We’re your friends. What we say in this circle stays here. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Garrett’s a handsome dude. Not bad, Riley,” she said, nudging her shoulder. “Let’s talk about some basic facts. When you finish intercourse, it’s important you use the bathroom. It prevents UTIs from forming.”
“They used to call it ‘honeymooners syndrome’ in the old days. Young brides came home with a flaming UTI after having sex. Then again, they weren’t allowed to have sex until marriage. Their husbands probably burst at the seams at their ceremonies,” Delaney informed her.
“Have you thought about birth control?” Rebecca asked.
“We’ve used condoms,” Riley admitted, feeling better as the women banded together, offering her advice.
Rebecca nodded. “Condoms can be effective, but if one tears, you’ll have another problem.”
“I’m not sure about my options,” Riley said shyly. “I know about the pill, but that’s about it.”
“Girl, even that isn’t always effective,” Delaney said, rubbing her tummy.
“Dr. Greene is visiting from Serenity Mountain. She’s an OBGYN. She and Annabelle take turns, providing us medical aid for the hands and such,” Rebecca carefully explained. “We can have her meet at my house, give you an exam, and go over your options. Don’t feel you have to do anything if you’re comfortable with what you’re using now.”
Riley bit her lip. “No. It’s probably a good thing to do. I’m not ready for a child, and it’s my responsibility.”
“I’ll ask her to make time next Monday. You let me know what time works best, and I’ll arrange it,” Rebecca assured her.
“Can I ask you about other stuff, too?” she asked.
“Of course, I promise we were only teasing, but we’ll happily help you. What do you need?” Rachel asked, sincerely.
“How do you have oral sex with a guy?” she blurted out. “I’m sorry, if you think it’s disgusting, forget I said it.”
“Nothing you do with someone you care about can be disgusting. As long as you’re two consenting adults, you can do anything you feel like,” Rebecca advised.
“I think we’ll need a few bananas,” Delaney suggested, attempting to get up.
“Nope. Sit down, sister. I’ll get them,” Rachel said, determined to spoil her pregnant friend.
“I have to pee again, help me up,” Delaney said, holding out her hand. Rachel rose, assisting her friend.
“First rule of girl code, Riley. We always help each other.Sisters before misters, and we’re always available to lend advice,” Rachel informed Riley.
“There’s one thing we can’t speak about yet, and I want you to remember this conversation. Sometimes we have to keep a secret to protect someone else. When the time comes, I promise to explain. Please keep this in mind,” Rebecca said mysteriously.
Delaney returned with a bunch of bananas. “There’s no embarrassment here. It’s important to learn the technique.”
“Do…you do this with your men?” she asked.
“Why do you think we’re showing you?” Rachel asked. “By the time you’re done, Garrett will do whatever you ask of him.”
“No…do you enjoy it?” she rephrased the question.
“Some women do, and others don’t. It’s a personal choice,” Rebecca explained. “You’ll never know if you don’t try it.”
“Men sometimes have specific preferences. Listen to your partner,” Rachel instructed. “He may not come out and say, ‘I like this or that.’ He may moan or shift uncomfortably. He may grip your hair or move you in a certain motion.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
