Page 63 of Hot Four Teacher
“I love grilled cheese,” I say, hoping he’s going to let our previous topic go.
“So, why don’t you tell me what you were really thinking about?”
Damn.
When I look at him, he adds, “You’re really not a very good liar.”
“It’s dumb,” I tell him.
“I’m sure it’s not. But even if it is, tell me anyway.”
“I was thinking about after you and I had sex, there was no awkwardness.” I take a bite of my sandwich, and it’s freaking delicious.
‘I don’t think that’s dumb at all,” he says.
“I’m not done.” I pause a moment. “That got me thinking about how awkward it was the first time I had sex.”
Why the hell am I telling him this?”
He doesn’t seem fazed, though, when he replies with, “Oh, man, I can relate to that.”
“Really?Youhad an awkward first time?”
“Hey, I have not always been the handsome creature that you see in front of you.” He winks. “What made yours so awkward?”
“You tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine,” I offer.
He crunches a potato chip he picked up off his plate. “Well, I was in high school. It was prom night. I was so nervous that I didn’t even completely take my pants off…or my shirt…or my suit jacket. It was her first time too, and as I’m sure you can attest, first times can be a little messy.”
“Yikes.” I cringe.
“Yeah. My tux looked like a crime scene. And the sex was over in roughly two minutes. I don’t think either of us said a single word or even kissed. I was so embarrassed about my tux that I went and had it dry cleaned the next morning before returning it to the shop.”
“Wow,” I say, unsure of how to respond.
“Yeah. Not my finest moment. Your turn.”
“Well, I was also in high school. We’d been talking about doing it for a while, and we finally set a date. His parents would leave us home alone in the house while they went grocery shopping. We were both crazy nervous. I laid in his bed while he actually went into the bathroom to put on not one, but two condoms. He came back and got on top of me. It hurt so bad I was almost in tears. He told me if I started crying he would stop because he felt so bad. Now, I know that some foreplay probablycould have solved that problem. But yeah, that was my lovely first time.”
“Sounds like neither of our experiences were magical.”
I shake my head and take another big bite of my sandwich. “It seems like you’ve gotten over the trauma, though, and gotten pretty good at it.”
He smiles. “Back at you, beautiful. That girl never talked to me again and told all of her friends I was bad in bed, so I decided to up my game to prove her wrong. What about you? What happened to the guy your first time was with?”
I look down at my plate. “Uh, I ended up having a kid with him.”
“Well, damn. Did the sex ever get any better?”
“Not really.” We both start laughing. “Look, Dane, I’ve been with three guys. Well, I guess four now. Before an hour ago, sex was nothing to write home about.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I can change that–or at least try to.”
“You’re already off to a fantastic start.”
Another smile.
As we are finishing our sandwiches, I ask, “So, are you like my boyfriend now? Wow, that sounded less desperate in my head. I just haven’t dated in a long time, and I don’t know what the rules are.”
