He laughs and pats his bed. “Sit down, and yes I need to ask it.” I sit down at the very edge of his bed and he shakes his head, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes. “How could you possibly have had sex without foreplay of some kind? I’m really being serious. Your pussy needs to be wet and read
y. How the fuck did those guys know when you’re ready?”
I did this. I brought this on myself so even though I want lightening to strike me, I know I need to answer him. “I just told them I was ready and I was,” I rush out.
“You’ve never been with a real man. It’s evident with this alone. And how have you gotten around not giving a blow job or hell a hand job?” he asks, moving a bit closer to me.
“Well let’s just say I wouldn’t do things they didn’t do to me. Even if it was my idea,” I say, smirking.
He laughs, running his hands through his hair. “You are one sneaky yet smart, chick. Alright, so you want me to what explain it all or something?”
I bite my lip, not nearly hard enough, though, and shrug my shoulders. “I guess. Explain it, show me, whatever.”
He sits back looking at me with wide eyes. “You want me to show you with my cock how to jerk off?”
“I don’t know, Tenn. I mean remember when you said that to our moms? Well it kind of made sense. You’d just be helping me, it doesn’t need to be sexual.” I try to make my case sound less crazy.
He blows out a breath and rubs the back of his neck. “Regan, there is no way for me to show you these things. I can’t exactly give myself a blow job. If I could I promise you, you’d hardly ever see me, and when you did my cock would be in my mouth.”
I fix my messy hair that is falling around me and sit up taller. “You’re a pig and obviously I know you can’t suck yourself off. The human race would have ended a long time ago if that were the case.” I grin at him before I continue. “I guess I’m saying let me practice on you.”
“Right. I get you’ve never done it, but it is intimate, Regan. My cock would be in your mouth, you get that right?” he asks, holding the comforter tighter against himself.
I roll my eyes and pick at the blanket. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Tenn. I know your cock would be in my mouth and your fingers would be in my pussy…”
“Woah, wait what?” he yells, his eyes nearly bugging out.
“Well, I mean I want to know what this stuff feels like and if I’m going to suck your cock, I figure you can at least do that,” I say, kinda proud of myself.
He scrubs his face, moaning into his hands. “I think this is something we both need to really think about. I mean why the sudden interest anyway?”
I wrap my arms around myself and look past him. “Henry and I still haven’t slept together, and I don’t know, I just feel like I’m not that good in bed. I’d like to be as good as, if you laugh I will fucking punch you right in the nuts…” I take a deep breath and look at him. “My mom.”
He clamps his lips together tightly, fighting back a laugh and nods his head. “Why didn’t you as her for advice?”
“I did, but I couldn’t bring myself to talk about this. Plus, she doesn’t have a cock and you do,” I say, picking at my nails. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Tenn, but think about it, alright?”
I don’t know where this confidence comes from, I don’t feel it at all. Once I get back to my room I’m sure that a panic attack will set in about everything that has come out of my mouth. Right now, though, I refuse to act like this is a big deal.
“Let’s both think about it. You need to really think about what you’re getting yourself into, because I have magic fingers,” he says, wiggling his fingers at me.
I laugh for the first time since walking in here, and he joins me. “I’m sure you do, you cocky bastard. I’m going to bed, we can talk more tomorrow after work.” I get up and lean over kissing his cheek. “Thank you for not making me feel inferior,” I whisper.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me against his warm, bare chest, and I fight a smile. “You’re not inferior, Regan, don’t ever feel that way. Now get the hell out of here before my magic fingers get a mind of their own.”
Laughing, I stand up. “Thanks, Tenn,” I say, blowing him a kiss before walking out the door, closing it behind me.
**
The next day at work is difficult to say the least. Jennifer is ignoring me, Holly keeps asking what happened, and I can’t stop thinking about my conversation with Tenn. The kids all seem to have had sugar for breakfast, because they are bouncing off the wall. Everyone seems to be on my nerves, and I think until I wrap my head around everything that I said to Tenn, I will be feeling this way.
When the end of the day comes, I’ve never been more grateful. Holly and I clean up so fast that we end up being the first two out of there. That is something that never happens. She’s usually too busy on her phone, and I’m usually too busy bullshitting.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Holly. Have a good night,” I yell as we head to our cars.
“You too, and maybe you will finally tell me what happened,” she says winking.
I just laugh and get into my car. No way. I don’t need everyone knowing my business.