Page 39 of Blue Moon Love
“Okay, fine, new plan.” He clapped his hands together. “I’ll name some things, and you tell me yes or no.”
“Fine.”
“Have you had an orgasm before?”
“Yes.” Not until I was twenty, but I wasn’t going to admit that. In my junior year in college, I went to a sex toy party, and a whole new world opened up to me. Well, not a whole new world, just a vibrating device that looked like lipstick, which I was pretty sure was fairly vanilla when it came to sex toys.
“Has someone else ever given you an orgasm, or have you only had them when you’re alone?”
I was quiet for a minute. I didn’t know why I was hesitant to admit that I’d only orgasmed alone, but for some reason, I felt embarrassed about it.
“Alone,” I said softly.
“Have you ever received or given oral sex?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Why do you sound so shocked?” If he was going to be judgy about this, then I was done talking about it.
“No, I’m not. That’s good. If you’re not getting any, you shouldn’t be giving any. Sex should be mutually beneficial.”
I licked my lips as my pulse sped up.
“What about hand stuff?”
“Yes.”
“You gave someone a hand job?”
“Yes, and Steve returned the favor, or he tried.”
“What do you mean he tried?”
“I mean, he…touched me… but I didn’t come.” The more we talked about this, the easier it was getting.
“He touched you?” Sam’s voice was getting deeper, and his breathing was getting shallower. I recognized his change in breathing because it matched my own.
“Yes, he fingered me.”
“But you didn’t come?”
“I couldn’t because I still had the issue, so it didn’t really work. It was before I went to the doctor. But, even if I hadn’t had that abnormality, I don’t think I would have come.” I’d wanted to feel something when he touched me, but I hadn’t. There were no tingles at all, not like now.
Just talking about this stuff with Sam and I had an ache swirling between my legs.
“Why not?” Sam’s gravelly voice caused goosebumps to break out on my arms.
“From what I’ve heard, it takes a lot for a girl to come, and most of the ones I know don’t like being fingered.”
“Then they’re with someone who is doing it wrong.”
The confidence in his tone only added to the sexual tension I was feeling.
“And you know the right way to do it?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
