Page 52 of Frat House Fling

Want to feel even better?

I gasped as his meaning hit me. Yes, I was a virgin, but I wasn’t stupid. Just… inexperienced.

I don’t know. I don’t usually do that.

There’s a first time for everything, he texted, correctly guessing that when I said I didn’t usually do that, I meant I hadn’t ever done that.

I don’t really know how.

It’s easy, just like riding a bicycle. Wait, it’s nothing like riding a bicycle.

That made me laugh.Ha-ha.

But seriously, what have you got to lose? It’s your room. Your brand-new bedding. And your body. You should do what you want with it.

It took me too long to formulate my response.I don’t know what I want.

Then may I make a suggestion?

My breathing sped up and I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me.

OK.

My response was just two letters, but it felt like I’d taken a major step toward… something.

Good girl. Put your hand on your body. Anywhere on your body.

That didn’t sound too scary. I laid my palm on my belly.OK. I’m touching my stomach.

How does it feel?

Smooth. Warm. Soft. Except for the piercing.I traced the outline of the curved metal half ring I’d gotten when I worked at a tattoo shop for a few months during high school.

What???? You have a navel piercing?

Yep.His reaction pleased me.

How did I not know that?

I giggled.Maybe because a woman with a navel piercing and a woman without one text exactly the same way?

True, but I definitely prefer the former.There was a pause.Shit, now that’s all I can think about.

I squirmed on the bed, shifting my hips. I didn’t know why, but I really liked the idea that I turned him on.If you like it so much, I can tell you where I got it.

It wouldn’t look as good on me. I’m ugly, remember?

I remembered how often I teased him about it, but I certainly didn’t believe it was true.

Do you still have your hand on your belly? I bet your skin is warm.

It is.

Can you slide your hand up for me?

Nerves took over and I made a joke.Like up in the air?

You know what I mean. Be a good girl.

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