Page 7 of Wilder Puck
Addie shrugs. “I thought it was just random things, but sex too?”
I remember the moment I laid eyes on Hailey. It wasn’t very romantic because she was kissing another guy. It wasn’t until a few years later that we reconnected and got together. She’s hot as sin but boring like hell in the sheets for a cheerleader and dancer.
“Have you ever orgasmed?” I ask, switching the subject because if I don’t continue it now, I will never get the answers to my burning questions.
She laughs, her cheeks pinching pink. “Yes.”
By the tone of her voice and the position of her body, I have to assume that nobody helped her achieve this. So, I ask, “Only by yourself?”
She readjusts herself to get a better look at me. “Oh my god, are we such good friends that you’re going to ask me if I do it myself? Are you asking for advice? You need me to draw you a picture or show you my vagina?”
I imagine that for a moment. Nope, can’t go there.
She scoffs, pulling out her phone. The second I hear someone moaning, I chuckle.
“You see this,” she says. A woman is spread eagle and I hate that I’m getting turned on right now. “The hole. The pee hole. The butthole. And to make someone orgasm is somewhere up here.” She points.
Have I thought about sleeping with Baddie Addie? Pretty much every time I look at her ass in those yoga pants on our run. I guess that would be once a week. Someone with a tiny frame like hers doesn’t belong with boobs that size either. They’re always bouncing on the run. Her poor back.
But to answer that question… I have. And I don’t think that it’s worth ruining our friendship over. It’s just a silly little thought that most humans have about each other, right? We’re going to be at each other’s weddings, raise our kids together, be next-door neighbors, and have each other to lean on when life gets rough without all the complexities that come with sex. Best friends.
There was this one time in college when we were both drunk out of our minds, and she was on top of me after a wrestling match. Our noses touched, and I couldn’t lean forward. I knew we would both regret it.
“Did I lose you?” she asks while I stare at her and not the vagina in the video. Hell, has she been talking to me this entire time?
“Kind of. I just don’t see how the video is going to help.”
She snaps, “I’m trying to give you pointers. Don’t you watch this stuff?”
The last time I watched porn was over the weekend because my blue balls from Hailey’s sexting needed to be released.
“I do. I guess I’m surprised you do.”
“Never said I did.”
I laugh, pointing at her phone. “You had this locked and loaded.”
She closes the window on the phone and says, “Welcome to the internet. Just a few taps and you can access a world of big ole titties and pussy.”
I stare at her awkwardly, allowing her sentence to be followed by silence. Sometimes she can have an attitude like one of the guys. Even though her last word pussy is lingering in the air, she really doesn’t care.
“I need to get ready for practice, but before I go, what should I do?”
“Talk to her. Maybe a simple conversation just like this one.”
“I know she hasn’t orgasmed. But I can’t just ask her.”
“You asked me if I do it myself.”
I point at her, standing. “It’s you. Plus, you didn’t answer.”
There are those pink cheeks again. “Of course, I do it myself. No guy has.”
“Maybe we need to find new partners,” I say, chugging the rest of my drink and placing the mug in the sink.
“Wilder, are you saying we need to break up with our partners and find ones that give us orgasms?”
I wince. “Maybe just talk to our significant others. Can we finish this conversation another time? I have more questions, but I need to leave.”
