Page 17 of Slow Burn

“Who are you, Mary Poppins?” Georgia giggled. “What’s next, a coatrack?”

Sophie hopped up and rummaged around in the kitchen, coming back with three coffee cups and a wine opener. “We need to get you some wineglasses. The mugs will have to do.”

Anna fiddled with the wine until Sophie impatiently took it from her and opened the bottle within a second. She filled the cups up and handed them out.

“To being best friends!” Sophie announced. They tapped the coffee mugs together, and each took a sip.

Georgia turned her attention to Sophie. “And as best friends, you need to tell us what’s happening in your sex life.”

She pouted. “Make Anna go first.”

Anna vehemently shook her head. “Not happening. Georgia, you do it.”

Georgia looked down at her drink and muttered.

“We didn’t hear a thing, so whatever you whispered doesn’t count.” Sophie reprimanded over her cup.

“I’m still a virgin!”

Sophie spat out her mouthful of wine.

Anna’s jaw dropped.

If music had been playing, the record would have screeched to a halt.

Not wanting to make eye contact, Georgia rushed to get paper towels to clean off the wine Sophie sputtered out.

Sophie plucked the paper towels from her and ushered her to sit. “My shirt will live. You need to explain how this happened. Holy shit, what do they teach you at medical school?”

“If you’re waiting until marriage, we support you,” Anna said, while sternly eyeing Sophie.

Georgia huffed back onto the couch. “I’m not waiting until marriage, though it feels like that. In high school, it just didn’t happen. Then in college, my schoolwork always came first. I was on scholarship and couldn’t risk losing the funds, so studying was my top priority. I went on dates and all, but it never progressed. When I was in medical school, academics were my life. After that, I was in residency. Again, I went on dates, but nothing happened. To me, it was like I’ve waited this long, so I’m not giving it up to some guy who doesn’t give me butterflies. But now I’m twenty-nine, and I want to know what sex feels like!”

“Wow.” Sophie nodded. “Okay, makes sense.”

Anna refilled the wine mugs. “Has anyone ever given you butterflies?”

“Maybe you’re waiting for something that doesn’t exist?” Sophie added with a grimace.

“No way! Butterflies exist.” Anna defended the fluttering feeling.

Sophie dismissed this with a shake of her hand. “The beautiful insect does exist. But when it comes from a man, no. It never ends well anyway, so why rely on some mediocre feeling to have an orgasm.”

“Who hurt you?” Georgia asked her friend. “Give me his name, and we ride at dawn.”

Anna giggled. “She’ll never tell.”

“There is a bigger issue here.” Sophie switched the conversation away from herself. “We need to make a plan. I don’t think some rando is the option to the v-card situation.”

“No, me either.” Anna agreed. “She needs someone experienced but not slutty. Someone who can make her orgasm during her first time.”

“And someone hot. Georgia needs to want to fuck him.” Sophie clapped with excitement. “Maybe not butterflies, but someone whose kiss lights her up.”

“It also needs to be someone who can coach her through it, so she doesn’t get stuck in her head.”

Sophie’s smile shined. “Yes, some dirty talking too.”

“Hello!” Georgia waved her hands at her friends. “I’d like a say in all this.”