Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I giggle. “And you saw the shrivelled-up version.”

She laughs.

“The aroused version is very angry, let me tell you.”

“Imagine walking around with a thing of that size in your pants. It must get in your way.”

“I know, right?”

“Okay… so, the first time was just okay.”

I smile. “It was good for me, but I know he wasn’t being himself. I still think he liked it.”

“Ah.” She nods. “What about the other two occasions?’

“This morning.” I smile, remembering it all. “But afterwards there was this feeling of… I can’t explain it. The way he was holding me close. It was really nice. And then the last time was different again.”

“How so?”

“He was intense, and the way he kissed me.” I fake a shiver. “God, it’s just good, that’s all I know. It gets better each time we do it. I’m trying to play it cool, though. I’m not asking for any more dates, I’m just going to see where it goes,” I tell her.

“Good.”

“It’s one thing to be a virgin, but to be a clingy virgin is the worst.”

“I agree. But you’ve done it now, and whether this turns out to last or not is irrelevant really. He was sweet and gentle. He put your needs before his.”

I smile. “He really did. You should have heard the goofy jokes he was making to try and take my anxiety away from me.”

“Like what?”

“He spilled my champagne and then took his shirt off to wipe it up. He eventually c

onfessed that it was a strategic move on his part.”

She smiles as she listens.

“Then we were joking around about the sharp crystals on my dress and he was talking about Finding Nemo to be all cute. Then told me he was in the “Guinness Book of Records” for having the smallest dick.”

She laughs. “We both know that’s a lie.”

“We do.”

Her face falls. “Just be careful, Lottie. You know that it may not work out, right?”

“I know that.”

“And it’s okay if it doesn’t,” she reminds me with a smile.

I nod. “At this point, Spencer is just a friend who helped me through a very awkward situation in a really sweet way.”

“That’s true.”

“And if we keep being friends for a while, that’s great. If not, that’s okay, too.”

She grins, looking proud. “Look at you being all grown up and sensible. I’m so happy you are seeing this for what it is. I was so worried you were going to fall madly in love with the first guy you slept with.” She sips her coffee.

“Don’t be stupid.” I fake a smile, and from somewhere deep inside I hear a little voice whispering, Too late.