That Girl (That Girl, #1)(39)
“Know what?”
“How do you know you’re in love?”
“He’s amazing and super sweet. He just stole my heart, like in five minutes.”
I choke on the water going down my throat.
“Is this the first time you’ve fallen in love?” I ask.
“Oh, hell no, I’ve loved and lost several men, but Ryan’s different. I can feel it.”
“Just be careful, Jenni.”
She’s annoying as hell and can outshine a strobe light with all her glitter, but deep down she’s a very softhearted person who clearly loves big.
“So, what base did you make it to last night?”
Shaking my head, I say, “Didn’t even play the bases.”
Nobody will ever know the moments Lincoln and I shared last night. I’m not sure they’d even understand the range of emotions we experienced in just a handful of hours.
“Well, you little prude, I made it all the way home.”
This time I spit out the water I’m drinking and begin coughing.
“Holy shit, you had sex,” I declare.
“Well, no, but what I did I consider home base, baby, and some men even like it better than sex.”
She has my curiosity peaked, and everything in me is dying to ask questions, but common sense tells me to change the subject swiftly.
Before I have the chance to sidetrack Jenni, she lets it all fly.
“I sucked him off in his truck.”
“Oh my God, Jenni, you what?”
“Well, it started off as a heated make-out session and my hand accidentally brushed his bulging boner, so I unzipped his pants and went down on him.”
Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and for some odd reason visualizing the two of them, I ask, “Your hand brushed his thingy, so you pulled it out and you know…?”
“Oakley,” she squeals.
“What?”
“You’ve never given head before?”
I shake my head and feel my cheeks heat up.
“Are you f*cking kidding me?” she asks, waving her hands out in front of her.
“No, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before Lincoln.”
“Holy shit, were you a nun? My God, no boyfriend and no BJs?”
“Let’s talk about something else, please.”
“I want a blended mocha,” she says with a smirk.
While making her mocha, Jenni tried opening her mouth about ten times to talk about her oral skills, and I stopped her every time. Finally, sitting down and out of distractions to stop her, she hits me with details.
“I swallowed,” she blurted.
“Eww, I could’ve done without that.”
“I could tell he was totally digging my teeth, so I sunk right down on that cock of his, and it exploded in my mouth.”
Jenni would probably really pass out if I told I’ve never even seen a dick in my life. The expression on her face would be priceless. However, I’m not in the mood to give her a heart attack today.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that, Jenni,” I say.
“Well, when giving head, you really need to find out if the guy likes teeth, hard suck, or a sloppy suck. My cousin is a porn star, and I know all the tricks.”
“Oh my God, enough, right now.”
I’m not sure what is more embarrassing, knowing Jenni’s sucking techniques, or that she gets sex advice from her porn star cousin. I guess the phrase “I bet she f*cks like a porn star” does ring true for some.
“Okay, okay, but if you ever need any advice when you’re ready to wrestle his anaconda, let me know. Lincoln’s on the top five list of football players every girl want to f*ck, so don’t let him go to waste.”
“I’ll remember that,” I say, trying to shut her up.
“’Kay, ’kay, I gotta run. I have a class tonight, and then hope to bang Ryan until the sun rises. Oh, and I made an appointment for us at a spa tomorrow. Danielle said you can get off early,” she says, slamming the door before I have a chance to get a word out.
Well, there’s one thing about that girl, she doesn’t sugarcoat shit. You love her for who she is, and she doesn’t give a f*ck or two if you don’t like her. Jenni is Jenni, and she lives her life. I want just one ounce of her attitude to run through my veins to give me that extra confidence.
Chapter 12
Double Date at 1,014 Miles
The diner is packed, and time is flying by. Thank God, because I was ready to start pulling my teeth out at the coffee shop today for entertainment. Once again, the pissy-pants waitress, Trena, whom I always relieve, left as soon as she saw me. She still thinks my name is Jodie after working the shift before me for nearly a month. Every time I relieve her shift, she says, “Good luck, Jodie,” and bolts.
Her attitude and dealing with customers would make leaving this job easy. The tips, on the other hand, not so easy. Some nights I make in tips what I make in two days at the coffee shop, but I want time with Lincoln.
Similar thoughts and orders of burgers and chicken strips fill my mind while the hours fly by. Looking up at the clock, I notice it’s six-thirty and only minutes from when I get to see Lincoln. I hope one day this silly lovesick infatuation with the boy simmers down a little.