Page 96 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Sure, but first smack your lips together.”
I did as she instructed and asked, “If a guy said that you were theirs, what would that mean?”
She stopped digging through her purse and shifted her stare my way. “Are you talking about Issac?”
How bad was it that I felt better knowing she heard it, too? “Yes.”
“Do you want the honest answer?”
“Of course.” Why did people ask that question? Did they think I was going to sayNo, lie to me?
“Well, I think he was jealous that you were talking to Kash.”
“Pfft,” I snorted. “Why on earth would Issac be jealous?”
That was so laughable that it wasn’t funny. At least that’s what I thought until Rachel gave me this look, like I was missing something.
I furrowed my brow at her expression. “What?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” Kidding was another term for joking, and I would know if I were joking. Then again, I thought she was joking about the jealousy thing, which apparently she wasn’t. So, maybe I didn’t know what kidding meant at all.
“Wow, you really are clueless.”
“Hey.” I resented that.
“Georgia,” Rachel reached out and grabbed my hand, before looking me directly in the eyes and saying, “Issac wants to fuck you.”
Okay, now she was definitely kidding. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes. “You blew on Issac’s arm, and he ran away.”
“Yeah, but that was because…”
Come to think of it, he did jump up rather quickly. That wasn’t necessarily unusual. There were reasons someone might act that way. For instance, maybe Issac didn’t like to be touched. Not to mention…
“Issac hates me.”
“And?”
What did she mean by ‘And?’ “People don’t have sex with people they don’t like.”
“Okay, first off, don’t ever call it sex again…” Rachel waved her finger at me. “And Issac might hate you, but his dick doesn’t. Every time you’re around, he gets hard.”
I grimaced. “Do you have to be so graphic? And you couldn’t possibly know that.”
“Yes, I could. I have eyes.”
Wait… “You look at his crotch?”
“Um, yeah,” she sang like this was a normal thing. “Some guys give off big dick energy, but don’t measure up. The bulge never lies.”
I didn’t know what to say. Did all girls do this? Women were catty and judgmental, but were they really walking aroundlooking at men’s groins and judging them based on their bulge? Should I be doing it, too? I had no plans to have sex anytime soon, but eventually I would, and size did matter.
After all, I wouldn’t want something too big pushing inside me. But still, looking at their area seemed like a weird thing to do. Like a violation of sorts.
“Hold still.” I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn’t notice Rachel bringing those scissor things to my eye.
