Page 25 of Sexploration

She waves off my concern, rolling her eyes. “Oh, it’s the last week of school. No one gives a fuck. Now, stop stalling and spill the tea.”

I turn to face her and huddle close, keeping my voice low. “God, Parker... it was... he’s so...”

“Jesus, he fucked you senseless,” she teases.

A blush warms my cheeks, thoughts of August flooding my mind. It’s like the man knows my body better than I do, his fingers like magic, his skillful tongue making my body sing. But I still wasn’t prepared for the stupefying sex that followed.

“All right... I’m going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to judge me or tease me.”

She shakes her head, amusement dancing behind her stare. “I think you know me better than that. I’m totally going to, but you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“I hate you.” I chuckle. “Fine... I had never... you know...”

She gestures for me to keep going, her eyebrows raised with impatience. “I’m going to need a little more subtext here.”

“I had never had anorgasmduring sex before,” I whisper.

Parker doesn’t even try to hide her shock, her mouth dropping open. “Tommy never made you come?”

“He did, on occasion. But never with his dick. I got good at faking it the first few years until I realized he didn’t care one way or the other.”

She tsks her tongue. “The more I learn about your sex life, the more depressing it sounds.”

“Bitch,” I scoff, flipping her off.

My cellphone buzzes on my desk, and my heart gallops. I rush over to pick it up, acting like a damn teenager in love. As suspected, it’s a text from August—a picture of him in a pair of boxers, his dick hard. Heat floods my body, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. It vibrates again, another text coming through.

August: He misses you almost as much as I do. We’ll both be waiting for you when you get home. Have a great day, gorgeous.

“Hello? Earth to Josie...” Parker calls, snapping her fingers.

“Huh?” I set my phone face down on my desk, giving her my attention.

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” She huffs, a hand landing on her hip. “And what’s with the goofy ass grin on your face?”

I shrug. “Just August.”

“Josie... please tell me you aren’t falling for him.” The shrill desperation in her tone is like nails on a chalkboard. “He’s supposed to be the first stop, not your final destination.”

My face falls, dread blooming in my chest. I know the plan was to satisfy my lady-bits, one man at a time. But I feel perfectly fulfilled. And my feelings for August are... complex.

“Who says there has to be others? August is doing a pretty great job—”

“Holy shit, he must seriously have you dicknotized.”

Anger bubbles in my gut, my brow knitting as I step around her and continue packing up. I’m not sure whether I’m annoyed with her or myself. Deep down, I know she’s right. I’m not thinking rationally. About any of this. I’m too high on the nonstop orgasms he’s been serving up. But I feel like a completely different person when I’m with August—wild, impulsive, carefree. And maybe that’s a big part of the appeal.

“Listen, I get it,” she says, her tone much softer now. “August is the first guy who’s gotten your rocks off in a long time. But there are a lot of different flavors out there. All I’m saying is you should at least try them all before you go deciding on one.”

“Okay, Baskin Robbins,” I quip, turning to face her. “And allI’msaying is why try all thirty-one flavors when I’ve already found one that makes my fucking toes curl?”

“How else can you be sure it’syourflavor? Besides, weren’t you the one telling me just a few days ago how worried you were about things getting messy with August? Trust me, there’s nothing messier than catching feelings.”

Fuck, the heifer is right again. Only problem is, I think maybe I’ve already caught them. August is everything I could want in a partner—kind, caring, funny, smart, exceptionally good looking, and phenomenal in bed. But none of that changes the fact that he’s still so young. And my brother’s best friend. Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Right now, it’s just sex. No need in muddying the waters even more by trying to make it something else.

I twirl around as someone knocks on the door, my mouth dropping open when I see the man standing there. He looks a little different than he did Saturday night, his tattoos covered up by the long-sleeved button-down, his hair neatly combed back, a pair of dark-rimmed glasses on his face. But it’s definitely him, the handsome bartender guy.

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