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A laugh bubbled up in my throat. For the first time, I felt like maybe I actually had something worth spilling.
So I called my best friend to tell her all about my first male-induced orgasm.
Chapter Sixteen
KAI
It’d been an hour.She hadn’t responded and I’d been reduced to an anxious teenage boy.
Not that I’d ever really gone through that phase. Guess it was time.
I’d spent my teenage years learning by doing, discovering everything there was to know about the opposite sex’s body with my foster sibling and future wife.
No one paid us much attention. By fifteen, Kelsey and I slept together every night and we had sex every day. Occasionally, after school, we’d walk to the Planned Parenthood a few blocks from our house to stock up on condoms. When the staff began recognizing us, they encouraged Kelsey to meet with a doctor. They put her on the pill, so at least we were safe—even if we lacked parental supervision.
When we were older—in our twenties and married after a simple courthouse ceremony where we exchanged cheap rings—we rarely used condoms and Kels regularly forgot to take her pill. We were too drunk or too high to care.
The year Kelsey got pregnant and quickly miscarried after nearly overdosing, I got the reality check I needed. I quit cold turkey and checked myself into rehab. When I got out, my wife was more strung out than she’d been when I left.
I snapped out of my trip down shitty-memory-lane when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I stopped wiping the fridge and stood, digging my phone out.
CHARLIE
I did.
That was it. Fuck, I didn’t know how to handle this. Despite myexperience, I’d only actually been with one woman—unless you counted that one night when Kelsey convinced a pretty brunette to come home with us. She was always pulling some stunt or another, but I’d never actually had towooher.
We barely even fucking communicated. We talked mostly with our hands, our tongues, our hips.
Now, here I was, trying to—what?—datethis twenty-two-year-old girl?
Jesus fucking Christ, what a mess.
I stared at my phone, at that innocent little smiley face that somehow made my chest tight. What the fuck was I supposed to say back?
Glad you made it. Had fun last night.Too casual.
I miss you already.Too intense.
Can’t stop thinking about the sounds you made when you came.Definitely too much.
Christ. I’d never had to think this hard about what to say to a woman. With Kelsey, everything had been instinct and action.No careful choosing of words, no worry about coming on too strong.
But Charlie... Charlie deserved better than crude texts or demanding commands. She deserved soft words and gentle handling. Problem was, I wasn’t sure I knew how to give her that.
Those three little dots popped up, and I held my breath.
CHARLIE
Just got home and Mom totally grilled me. Pretty sure she thinks I spent the night with Trevor at the resort
My jaw clenched at Trevor’s name. The image of that hipster kid touching her flashed through my mind, making my grip tighten on my phone. But then I read the emoji again, pictured her little embarrassed laugh, and something in my chest loosened.
She wasn’t with Trevor. She’d been with me. In my bed. Making those soft little sounds when I...
Fuck. Focus.
I typed and deleted three different responses before settling.
