Page 20 of No Pucks

“Nothing. It was hot.” I want to say amazing, but I don’t dare until I figure out my own feelings about the entire situation.

“Did you embarrass yourself or something?” She looks me over judgmentally.

“Fuck you. I perform quite well in bed, thank you.”

“You never know. Guys your age and all.”

“My age!?” I hold up both middle fingers. “I’m in my prime.”

“Okay,” she says sarcastically. “Now tell me what your ‘kind of’ bullshit means.”

“Is it sex if there’s no penetration?”

“Did you get off together?”

“Yes…”

“Then you had sex. Lesbians don’t need a dick to have sex,” she says like I’m an idiot.

“Alright, that’s true. That makes sense.”

“Why was there no…” She makes a circle with her fingers and uses her other index finger to mimic penetration. “You not into it? No judgement if you aren’t.”

I sigh. “I am into it, but I’ve never…”

“Fucked someone? I know that to be false.” She stares at me, confusion on her face.

I drop my voice. “Fucked a guy.”

“You know it’s not that different, right?” She leans in like she can’t believe how I’m feeling.

“It’s not a vagina, Krista.”

“So you’ve never had anal?” Shock colors her tone.

“Of course I’ve had anal.”

“Then what’s the issue?” She blinks at me repeatedly.

“It’s different.” I can’t put a name to my hesitation. I don’t know what’s going on with my head.

“So you freaked out and, what? Left?”

“No! We both enjoyed ourselves—more than once.” I’ve never been big on kissing and telling, even when the guys on the team encouraged it. It feels wrong, and I’ve never liked anyone in my personal life, even my best friend, knowing that stuff.

“Confirmed bisexual. Excellent. Welcome to the club.”

“I’ve always been bisexual.” I set my drink down and push my hand into my hair.

“I know, but that was in theory. Now, we are in practice.” She nods to herself like it sounds good out loud.

“Fuck off. I’m no less a bisexual than you are just because I haven’t been with a dude.”

“I know, but I like to give you a hard time.” She holds up a finger before I can speak. “So, into men and in charge. Thatopens a lot of doors. You can at least have a lot of fun until Cox ruins your life.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, returning to my drink.

“So I’m going to need all the updates on that—withdetails—when you go finish the job.” Her eyes get big and round as she nods.

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