Page 52 of We Were Something
“Take your left hand and reach back to your right ankle, moving into a twisted downward dog.”
The sound of Tegan’s voice pushes me to change my position as I follow her instructions.
“I like, collapsed on the ground. I was a puddle of orgasmicmush,” I continue, my voice low enough that I’m not disrupting our yoga session but loud enough that Hannah and Lennon can hear me on their mats next to mine. “It’s been three days and I can practically still feel the way it just…decimatedme.”
“What if I can’t reach my ankle?” Hannah asks, dropping down to her knees and lifting her head to look at Tegan.
I’ve been taking private yoga lessons with Tegan for years. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday morning, as long as I’m not sick or traveling, she comes to my house in the early hours and puts me through my paces. Lennon joins me as often as she can, but today is Hannah’s first time, and I don’t think she’s enjoying it very much.
“Hannah, you can just shift your weight, lifting your left ankle and then your right. It’ll provide a similar experience.”
Hannah nods and lifts her body back into downward dog then starts shifting back and forth.
“Sounds like a taster that will make you want to go back for seconds,” Lennon teases as she easily grips her ankle as Tegan directed. “How big is he?”
I hear a snort from my right and Hannah drops her knees back down to her mat as she clutches her stomach and breaks into laughter.
“Now switch. Bring your left hand back to the mat, and reach back with your right hand to your left ankle.”
Lennon and I shift our stances as Hannah stays curled up on her mat in a giggle fit.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “I mean, I could feel him in his jeans and it wasnotunimpressive. But I didn’t actually…you know, see it.”
My best friend’s head shifts slightly so she can eye me under her arm.
“How did you turn into orgasmic mush on his kitchen floor and not see his penis?” she asks me, sending Hannah, who was trying to adjust herself, into another fit of giggles.
“He said he wasn’t ready for things to go further, and I didn’t want to push it because I’mso sexually aggressive,” I toss back, smirking when Lennon rolls her eyes.
“Now return your hand to the mat, and let’s slowly walk our hands back to our feet,” Tegan says. “Take hold of your elbows over your head as you hang forward, and then gently sway your body from left to right.”
“I get it,” Hannah says, not even pretending to do yoga anymore as she sits cross-legged and looks at both of us. “When Wyatt and I were first dating, we had a few nights of just fooling around before we slept together.”
I spin my head quickly to look back at her. She hasn’t ever divulged anything about her sex life. At least not to me.
“Yeah, but did he not let you reciprocate?” Lennon asks. “I feel like Lucas wouldneverrefuse a good HJ.”
Hannah’s face pinches like she’s about to vomit. “I could have lived several lives without knowing that about my brother, thank you very much,” she says. “But no, he didn’t let me reciprocate.” She sits up completely and leans forward, lowering her voice. “On our first official date, Wyatt brought me home then went down on me against the front door.”
Lennon and I both fall from our positions, each of us gasping with wide eyes.
“Youhussy,” I exclaim, a smile wide on my face. “On the first date?!”
Hannah flushes but pins me with a look. “We’d already been hanging out for a while. It wasn’t like, atruefirst date.”
Lennon giggles. “And I thoughtIwas dirty. At the front door?”
“Mhm,” Hannah says, finally smiling without embarrassment, leaning back on her hands and looking off into the distance for a second, as if she’s remembering the moment. “But my point is that he didn’t let me reciprocate. He knew I wasn’t ready for anything more, so he gave me a little goodness then sent me inside.”
“We’ll go ahead and take a break if you’d like,” Tegan says, giving me a smile and crossing over to where her bag is resting on the patio chairs when I nod and give her a small wave of thanks, glad she’s not upset by our distraction today.
“So in my case, it’s probably becauseLoganwasn’t ready, right?” I say, stretching out fully on my mat and leaning back on my elbows. “Because I ammorethan ready to spread my legs for this man. I amtellingyou, he is the sexiest…” I trail off and just moan a bit, thinking about how he looked when he took off his shirt in the changing room, his eyes locked on mine.
“Yes, it’s probably becausehe’snot ready. Hedidjust get divorced,” Lennon says.
“So you keep saying.”
“Divorce is a big deal,” Hannah interjects. “Some people never get over whatever caused it. If he’s putting up walls, he might not be ready at all.”
