Page 33 of Barbed Wire Fences
“Landon mooned our class during recess in the eighth grade if that counts. Our biology textbook has some graphics of one in the appendix. And then I took your advice and did Google it, of course.”
His eyes narrow as he smiles. “Well, I don’t know if this is a good case study for you. I’m bigger than all the guys in our class and probably any guy that you’ll ever encounter in college.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so full of it. You know that, right?”
He grins. “Okay, but I warned you, Jael. Once you see me, no other guy will ever compare.”
“I appreciate the warning, but I think I’ll survive. I’m sure I’ll be seeing tons of cocks someday. So many they’ll just be slapping me in my face with their different widths and lengths while I walk around campus next year.”
Rhett groans and tips his head up to the sky before blowing out a breath.
“That’s an image that I’m never going to be able to wipe from my mind.”
Then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his basketball shorts and in one fluid motion, shoves them down along with his boxers, and suddenly, he’s just... there.
Like,there, there. Fully exposed, the faint silver glow of moonlight spilling over him like some kind of spotlight, highlighting every inch of his long, muscular body.
I wasn’t prepared. Not for this.
I’ve seen pictures online, but those didn’t come close to seeing Rhett naked. Not even in the same universe. He’s probably only halfway hard, I think, at least if I understand how this works.Right?Because ifthisis flaccid, then holy hell... good for you, Rhett. And good for whoever the girl is who’s gotten to hook up with him. Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure if Rhett has ever had a girlfriend before.
My mind drifts for a moment, wondering what it’d be like to be with Rhett, and then I snap back, eyes locked on his penis that’s there for me to view.
And yet, even if he is halfway there, he looks like the kind of thing you’d see in a dirty magazine. He wraps one hand around the base of himself and strokes in an upward motion, showing me the right kind of pressure and reminding me that this isn’t a photo, he’s real.
Right here, right now, standing in front of me. Nice, thick girth. A single prominent vein running along the side, leading down to a set of heavy, hanging balls that sway slightly as he steps closer. They’re big—bigger than I’d expected a sack to be—but not so much that they make anything else look out of proportion.
Everything about him seems almost... perfect. Like a blueprint someone drew up to show off exactly how a guy should look when he’s built for women and doesn’t have any shame showing it off.
“Oh,” I breathe, the word slipping out before I can stop it. My voice is soft, full of awe.
I don’t even bother lifting my eyes to meet his. I can’t. Not whenthatis right in front of me, demanding all my attention. It’s mesmerizing in a way I didn’t think a cock ever would be. So, this is what a penis looks like in person.
“Get your fill in,” he says jokingly and then yanks his shorts back up with a shit eating grin now firmly across his face.
“Okay, so you stroke it like you demonstrated?”
He nods. “Yeah, kind of tug it. Not too hard, but one long, connected stroke.”
I nod, making mental notes. “Okay, so that goes inside me then?”
He laughs out loud, way too hard and I can feel the flush that’s burning across my chest and cheeks as I spin on my heels quickly to stomp back inside. Fuck that. I don’t need to be laughed at just because I’m new to this. Everyone starts somewhere.
“Jael! Wait, wait, wait,” he says, snagging my wrist and yanking me back to him.
I’m already off balance so the sudden shift in movement causes me to crash against his chest where he holds me firmly. My eyes cast up to him as he smiles down at me and the unmistakable feel of his erection presses into my stomach.
He’s not smiling in a teasing way anymore, but like he might actually enjoy my presence and appreciate my innocence.
“I’m sorry for laughing at you. Your question…” he runs his hand through his hair and then tugs at the back of his neck. “It just caught me off guard. You really are an eighteen-year-old virgin, huh?”
“What did you think, I just wanted to see your dick?” I scoff. “Rhett, I’m going to go to college and be all inexperienced andget taken advantage of because I don’t know what I’m doing and spent my most formative years in a small town that lacks a proper sex-education program.” I shake my head. “I mean, who’s still a virgin at eighteen years old in this town? There’s nothing to do here but drink and have sex.”
It feels like everyone else has been having sex since we entered high school, and I’m somehow far behind and grossly naive when it comes to relationships and anything that you do when in a relationship.
“It’s not something to be embarrassed about, Jael.” He looks confused by why I’m so upset.
“The public school system really did a disservice to me. I bet sex-ed back in Charlotte would have been a lot more helpful,” I continue.
