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She laughed, the joke easing the strain in the air. But not the strain in my chest.

So I did what I could—I kissed her and hoped I was imagining things.

Nobody’d ever accused me of being smart.



Val

“So, I maybe got finger banged in public tonight.”

The door slammed shut behind me, and I turned in our entryway to find Amelia and Katherine gaping at me with twin expressions of shock. Katherine swayed a little, reminding me just how drunk she was.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Amelia blinked at me with owl eyes.

I nodded, lips between my teeth, trying not to gloat. Problem was, I was honest-to-God proud of myself. Not that I’d done anything but stand there and hold on to him for dear life.

“In public?” Katherine asked like she hadn’t heard me.

“Backstage, just after the show. He pulled me behind the curtain and…” I shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

“But…how…I…like…” Amelia stammered.

“Sit,” Katherine commanded, pointing at the couch.

We obeyed, and by the time we were seated, it seemed we’d all found our tongues.

“Okay, how in the world did that happen?” Amelia asked.

“I can’t keep my mouth in check around him and admitted a guy has never given me an orgasm. He set out to prove me wrong.”

“Did he?” Amelia’s eyes widened, her breath quickening. “Prove you wrong, I mean.”

My smile curled up on my face. “Oh, he did. In less than three minutes. With my panties still on.”

They broke out in laughter and squealing and exclamations, and I joined in with hot cheeks that were sore from grinning.

When we calmed down a little, I said, “But I need a game plan. I’m supposed to be guiding the lessons, and I’m afraid I’ll keep having orgasms in public without one.”

“Where’s the problem with that?” Katherine asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. I just…I just want to regain a little control.”

The effort required for Katherine to haul herself off the couch in her drunken state was exceptional. “This is a job for the whiteboard.”

Amelia groaned and flopped back on the couch. “God, you are such a buzzkill. Diagrams are not sexy!” she called, her volume climbing as Katherine left the room.

When she appeared again a few seconds later, it was with a whiteboard under her arm and a dry erase marker in her mouth.

“Prease,” she said around the marker butt. “You have nevew sheen my diagwams.” She propped the board on the mantel and removed the marker from her mouth, uncapping it. “All right, let’s talk about sex.”

Amelia and I broke into the chorus of the Salt-N-Pepa song of the same name.

Katherine rolled her eyes. “This is serious, guys.”

I gave her a look. “You’re about to make sexual charts and diagrams to give to my sex tutor. This is not serious. If this is serious, we should seek professional help.”

She ignored me and turned to the whiteboard. “Okay, let’s list off the things you want Sam to teach you.” With a few swipes of her hand, she created a section for the list itself with subheadings for foreplay, positions, and geographic locations. “Just call them out,” she said after a second. “I can keep up.”

Amelia and I giggled, curling our feet under us.

I thought for a second. “Hand jobs. Blowjobs for sure.”

“Ugh, that just sounds like the worst,” Amelia groaned. When we made faces at her, she said, “Don’t look at me like that. My palate is exceptionally small.”

“You have to relax your throat and hold whatever you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand,” Katherine offered matter-of-factly as she demonstrated with her hands, her mouth stretched in an O.

We then made faces at her.

To which she said, “Now, don’t look at me like that. Cosmopolitan might be setting women back forty years, but they have some solid sex tips.”

“All I know is, I’m exceedingly bad at blowjobs,” I said.

“How many have you given?” Katherine asked.

“Two, and I had no idea what I was doing with any of them. Both guys stopped me after a few minutes and told me it was okay, that they didn’t really like blowjobs anyway. Pretty sure they were lying.”

“I’m pretty sure they were, too,” Katherine agreed. “I’ve given a few, but I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t enjoying it. The girls on Pornhub really look like they’re enjoying it. I feel like I’m doing something fundamentally wrong.”

“I just don’t get why it’s called sucking dick,” Amelia said. “Do you actually suck it? Like a skin lollipop?”

“No, I don’t think you actually suck,” Katherine added thoughtfully. “Although I don’t think a little suction is frowned upon. I definitely know you don’t blow during a blowjob.”

I sighed. “Well, that explains some things.”

“It’s intimidating,” Amelia said, crossing her arms with her face drawn. “You’ve got to get down there with his smelly junk in your face and jam it down your throat. I’ve never seen a penis in real life, but I’m a hundred percent sure the average dick and my mouth are not the same length.”