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“Finish it,” Claire squealed, bouncing up and down. “An orrrrr.…”

“Gasm,” I whispered, feeling my face burn.

“You had anorgasm?” Claire’s eyes bulged. “Shut the front door!”

“Whoa,” Lizzie muttered, looking begrudgingly impressed. “He’s fucking smooth.”

“Did you see his willy?” Claire demanded. “Oh my god, was it big? It’s big, right? Ugh, I bet he’s huge and you’re so tiny…” Swallowing, Claire waved a hand around in front of her face in dismay. “Oh god, I bet it hurt, didn’t it? How are you still in one piece?”

“Calm down, miss. I’m afraid of the D,” Lizzie shot back before turning her gaze on me. “Did you have sex with him?” Unlike earlier, she looked intrigued by the conversation now. “Oh my god, did he make you come your first time? Because that’s impressive.”

“What?” I shook my head. “No, no, I haven’t… I meanwehaven’t…”

“Did he go down on you?” Lizzie asked instead. “Use his fingers?”

“No,” I choked out. “He just kissed me.”

Both girls looked disappointed with my response.

“Just kissed you,” Lizzie replied flatly. “Wow. He sounds exciting.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Liz,” Claire chimed in. “We’re not all fast movers.” Smiling brightly, she nodded to me. “Keep going, Shan. Tell us about your kiss orgasm.”

Flustered, I began to explain how I felt the other day when Johnny and I were on her bed, and again when we were in his car, dutifully ignoring the eye rolls from Lizzie as I spoke. I sat with him at lunch every day this week, and while we had kissed many times before and after school, they were nothing like those other times. When I was finished explaining, I looked to my friends for advice. “Is that normal?”

“It sounds like you were close,” Lizzie offered, interested once again. “And it also sounds like he’s a beast.”

I blushed and Claire snickered. “A beast.”

“Imagine what he could do with those clothes off,” Lizzie mused, smiling now. She was so pretty when she smiled. It was a rare thing nowadays, but when she smiled, it was wonderful. “I think you should ditch the clothes for your next dry-humping session,” she added. “And then report back to us.”

“Yes.” Claire nodded eagerly. “So Lizzie can give you some more of her experienced wisdom, while I listen in because I’m nosy.”

“I’m not a whore, Claire,” Lizzie grumbled. “Jesus.”

“I know that,” Claire hurried to assure. “But you’ve been with Pierce like a million times.” Shrugging, she added, “We want to know about it.”

“You don’t have to tell us, Liz,” I mumbled.

“Yes, she does.” Claire shushed me before waggling her brows at Lizzie. “Tell us what you know, sensei.”

“You don’t even have a boyfriend,” Lizzie said, laughing.

“So?” Claire shot back, grinning. “I have an excellent imagination and an insatiable thirst for knowledge.”

“Fine, fine.” Hauling herself into a sitting position, Lizzie shook her head and smirked. “Do you remember that Shakira music video—the one Claire tormented us into learning the moves of back in sixth class?”

“Vividly,” I replied, cringing at the memory.

“That was the best song,” Claire replied, eyes bright and full of that relentless optimism.

“Well, when you’re on top, it’s kind of like that.” Her cheeks turned pink. “You just sort of grind and rock your hips and rotate.”

“Whoa,” Claire breathed. “I don’t know if I’d like that.” Scrunching her nose up, she said, “I think I’d like to be on the bottom.”

“You’d be surprised what you find you like” was all Lizzie replied.

I sighed heavily. “Johnny said he doesn’t want to have sex with me.”

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