Anna?
Fuck.
Porn? My sister expects me to watch porn to figure this out? Is she serious? I wouldn’t even know where to start! There’s no way I’m going to do that. No way. I can’t believe I even told her. I expected real help. Not porn.
Oh. My. God.
I flop back down on the bed, pull the pillow over my face. And try very hard to ignore the fact that my obviously insane younger sister might actually have a point.
Not that I’m going to listen to her, because … Eeew. Porn. In a hotel room. Could I be a bigger cliché?
Except … how else am I going to learn? I could ask Luc, I guess. He’d probably be willing to teach me. Except … except, no. I think I’d actually rather throw myself into a volcano.
And Ash is obviously off-limits for so many reasons.
I could find so
me other guy—some hot Latin guy, like Anna keeps talking about—to show me, but that seems pretty ick, too.
Maybe the porn isn’t such a terrible idea, after all.
What am I thinking? It’s an awful idea. A horrible idea. An unbelievably bad idea. Except … how else am I going to learn?
Besides, I am completely alone in a hotel room.
No one would ever know.
And maybe I could, possibly, actually learn something? I mean, presumably, these people are professionals. They know what they’re doing, right? Not that I think Ash will ever touch me again, but someone else might. Someday. And I don’t want to scare him away, too.
Oh, God. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this.
I’m not thinking about.
But I am. I totally am.
No, I’m not.
I stay where I am for another five minutes or so, going back and forth in my head, trying to decide what to do. I want to go to sleep, or to at least forget Anna ever suggested it. But I can’t forget it. It’s right there, in the front of my mind, taunting me with the possibility. Making me wonder. Making me—
Screw it. I throw the pillow across the room, then pick up my tablet off the nightstand. I don’t have to do anything. I can just check my email, see if Anna sent any links. She probably didn’t. She was probably just messing with me.
But if she did, maybe I could try one out, just to see what it’s like. And if she didn’t … well, if she didn’t, then I’m sure I can find something else to do with my time. Something that does not involve naked strangers.
Except, when I log on and open my email account, the first thing I see is an email from Anna with the subject line: 69 Things You Need to Know. Jesus. My sister really does have the sense of humor of a fifteen-year-old boy.
There are a bunch of links—sixty-nine to be exact (and can I just ask where my sister finds the time to watch this much porn?????)—to sites with names like comegetthebigdick.com and tapthatass.net. I mean, seriously? Do people actually Google this shit? I don’t even know what to say.
I stare at the list for long seconds, trying to figure out where to start. But each site looks worse than the next, so finally I end up closing my eyes and just clicking.
I end up at comeandgetme.com and my eyes nearly bug out of my head at the pictures on the home page. Naked women on their hands and knees, with—
Okay, nope. Need a new site.
I randomly click again, and this time I end up at a site with a bunch of naked men on the home page—all with enormous dicks. God, is it even possible for them to be that—
Nope. Close that. Random click again.
This time it’s a gay site, which, okay. I mean, guys know how other guys like to be touched, right? This could be a good site for me. I could learn a lot. Except is that guy doing what I think—