“When were the other times it happened?”
“With my stupid ex...and myself.”
I didn’t want to tell her I just used my hand, and thankfully she didn’t probe.
“Some orgasms just feel different. That’s all. Your hand isn’t going to feel as good as the hand of the guy you like. It’s just how it is.”
I felt bad for lying and like a total jackass for not realizing the difference. It was just so much more intense, and if I was being honest with myself, I wanted it to happen again.
I could hear Avery typing away on her computer. “All right...It looks like the legal age of consent in Florida is sixteen. However, if the person is older than the age of consent, they can only be four years older when they have sex with the minor. Obviously that doesn’t apply to your situation since you kissed the old man with saggy balls—”
She was back to this. “He’s not old and his balls are not—”
She ignored me and kept going. “However, statutory rape is a factor since you’re still fifteen. This is why it’s legal for me—I’m sixteen.” She stopped short. “Wait. Wait. Wait.” The line got silent for a second. “Did you say his balls aren’t saggy? How would you know that?”
I groaned inwardly. “Fuck.”
“Oh, my God!” she yelled, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “You saw his balls! Did you touch them! What else happened, you lying sack of shit!”
I chuckled at her odd enthusiasm and said, “I didn’t see or touch anything. I’m just saying they’re not saggy because he’s not old. They’re firm, I assume.”
“Lies, all lies!”
I couldn’t stop laughing at her playful tone. “I’m not lying. Just get back to what you were saying.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever. If I find out you lied to me, there’s going to be hell to pay.” Avery cleared her throat. “So what you did is illegal, and since he’s in law school, I’m pretty sure he knew he was fucking up majorly. Just don’t have sex with him. Oh wait—”
“What is it?”
“Florida has got some fucked up laws. Listen to this—As long as the adult is not a teacher then you’re okay once you’re sixteen. If they are, then you’re really screwed regardless of the four year difference. Actually, I think you’re screwed either way.”
“What do you mean?” She was scaring the shit out of me and making my head spin. I needed to write down what she was saying next to my list of lies.
“I take that back. He’s a student so it doesn’t count. How weird is that. He can’t be a teacher, but he can be, like a chef. As if they wouldn’t know the difference based on their profession.”
I blew out a breath. I was having trouble keeping up with her.
“You didn’t have sex so the kiss was actually okay. You didn’t break any laws...yet. As long as there is no penetration with the old man, you’re good to go. But if you consented, I think you’re fine anyway. Consent is consent.”
“Did you just say penetration?” I couldn’t help laugh, it sounded so comical coming from her.
“Yes, because that’s what old people say when they’re having sexual relations, Ria.” Sarcasm laced her tone and it caused me to smile. Avery was hysterically funny tonight. She didn’t judge, only teased me. “They don’t say fuck.”
“I didn’t know you were an expert.”
“Wait—you don’t think your tutor is hot, do you? What about Alfred? Because that would be breaking the law since he’s like eighty-seven years old. Not to mention, really fucking gross, Ria. I would have to reconsider this friendship based on your horrid taste.”
“Now, those would be some saggy balls,” I laughed into the phone. “No, I’m not attracted to any of them.”
“Oh, good. And yes, penetration is sex and no sex is allowed, remember?” I was pretty sure I was never going to have sex with my coach, so I was good to go.
“Speaking of penetration, we should give the balance beam a name,” Avery suggested flippantly.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “What do you mean a name, Ave?”
“Well, you know how my mom named her car, Bradley Cooper?”
I chuckled, thinking back to the day Avery’s mom came waltzing through the f