Page 6 of Wilder Puck
“So,” I say at the beginning of mile two. Running alongside Baddie is my favorite pastime. We’ve been doing this for years. “I’ve been with Hailey for a couple of months.”
“Yeah,” she elongates. Her arms are running with her body. I always give her credit for keeping up with my pace. I know it must be hard because she’s like one foot tall.
“The sex is–”
She ruffles out a weird groaning noise.
“What?” I ask, throwing my hands out. Her hands are crossing over, making an X over and over. She’s judging me, so now I feel judged. But we talk about this kind of stuff. We’re pretty open.
She says, “I’m making that weird noise because I’m not the person to talk to.”
“Yeah, but you at least try different positions, right? Hailey doesn’t want to try anything but missionary.”
Maybe we haven’t talked about this in a while. We go stretches of not bringing it up and then sometimes we need each other’s advice. This is not something I can talk to the guys about. They would eat me alive. And I could never go to my sister about it. So, Baddie it is.
“You’re bored with missionary?” she asks, definitely judging.
“No, sex is sex. But I don’t know. Maybe turn around or let me lick it or something.” Addie shoves my shoulder, so I laugh. “What?”
“We share food, you freak! I’m never sharing my donuts, croissants, or coffee with you ever again!”
I laugh because she’s truly disgusted, but she has nothing to worry about. “You don’t have to take it that far. I haven’t done any of that. And don’t pretend to be all innocent.” When I glance at her, her cheeks are rosy red. It could be from the run or the guilt from all the head she’s given to her boyfriend. Now I’m picturing it on her lips. Not his, but mine. “Like you don’t suck–”
“That’s enough.” She puts her hand up to stop me. “No dick-sucking here. My sex with Jacob is very PG and very vanilla. You are asking the wrong person for advice, seriously dude.”
I imagine her all vanilla sex, making sounds, similar to Hailey. Does she lay flat without doing anything too? Hailey does this thing where she’ll moan louder when I tell her I’m coming like I’m supposed to believe she happens to orgasm along with me. Bullshit. It’s all lies.
Is sex ultimately the same with every person? Let’s see, there have been Hailey, Casey, and Bella. And yeah, pretty much the same kind of sex. It’s not like what you see in porn. Those are so misleading. It seems like Addie and I share the same type of sexual experience.Veryvanilla.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
She side-eyes me briefly. “Do I like what? Vanilla?”
I nod.
She says, “Vanilla is my favorite flavor.”
I smirk as we round the corner. She’s a bit ahead of me now so I catch up. “Do you enjoy it? Or do you wish there were more flavors? You know, more switching things up.”
I think she’s squirming while running. I hate that she’s uncomfortable right now. I just need to know.
“Do you orgasm?” I ask.
She stops running, so I halt next to her. “We have to keep going,” I scold.
She takes off without another word. We run in silence for the rest of the way.
When we’re back at my place, Hailey is already gone. I have a hot cocoa in hand and a shower fresh on my skin, Addison sits on my couch and says, “Do you come every time?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Wait, so we can talk about it now?” I point around, confused. During the silence of our run, I just kept thinking about boring vanilla sex. I can imagine Addie being bored during sex. She needs to be emotionally and mentally connected, otherwise, it’ll be PG like she mentioned. She must be bored with Jacob. I don’t see how she’s even attracted to him.
She sits up straighter. “In the privacy of your home? Yes! You can’t just spring out a question like that in the middle of a run. It’s embarrassing. But I’ve never experienced, you know, during sex. Does Hailey?”
I shrug, feeling better now that we can openly talk about it. “I try to help but she doesn’t let me.”
“She doesn’t let you do a lot,” Addie mutters. I hold my special coffee mug filled with hot cocoa and swing my legs over the couch to sit next to her.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
