Page 8 of The First Time
None of the women who have been in this apartment would do that.
I can't help but let out a chuckle. She really is a sweet girl. This is how she should be spending her New Year's—on the couch, watching TV.
Still, she's a pretty girl. I take a seat on the opposite end of the couch so my body doesn't get ideas about hers.
She waits for the show to go to commercial to speak. "So you and the blonde..."
"You're gonna keeping asking about this, aren't you?"
She turns her body to face mine. Her expression gets animated. "I'm curious."
I shoot her apleaselook.
"How does that work?"
"I'm sure Mal's told you about the birds and the bees."
"My parents gave me the talk when I was six. They're biologists. They love talking about primate mating habits. I understand how erections work. And I've... I'm just not sure how the wholegroupie throws herself at rock starthing works. It's not like Ethan ever says yes to women in front of me. Or was she just some random chick at a party who didn't even realize you were famous?" Her cheeks flush. "You are an attractive man."
"You embarrassed about that?"
"No. You're hot. The dark hair, the dark eyes, the piercings, the tight jeans— you're the total package." Her cheeks and chest flush. "I don't mean... well I did see that you have a large... you're gifted that way."
God, she really is a sweet girl.
She's a breath of fresh air.
Most women are nervous around me because I'm famous. Not Piper. She's nervous because she has a crush on me. She doesn't exactly hide it.
"So, how does it go?" she asks. "Does she proposition you, then you check her tits, decide they're nice enough, and say yes?"
It's not far from the truth. It's more that I don't have a fucking clue where I want to be anymore, besides on stage. "She had fake tits."
"And?"
"I prefer natural."
"I nailed it, didn't I?"
I shrug.
"Wow, Kit, that's kind of... pathetic."
"Excuse me?"
She laughs. "Yeah, you'll just fuck any chick who has okay tits?"
"Wasn't fucking her."
"Let any chick with okay tits put her mouth on your genitals."
"I don't like you talking like this."
The joy drains from her expression. She's done teasing me. I feel deflated too. We were having fun. Now, we're not.
She turns back towards her side of the couch. "I guess you're going to say something about how sex is different for guys and it's okay that you're using some groupie chick cause she's using you too?"
I say nothing.
