“Ugh, she’s such a loser,” I said before leaning over the sink for a better vantage point from which to apply my lip gloss.
“Aren’t you two friends?” said Madison. “I thought you went to Homecoming together?”
“No, I went to Homecoming with Jake, who talked me into inviting Addy because he wants to have a threesome with her.”
“OMG, are you going to have a threesome with Addie Leblanc?”
“Ew, no. I just wanted him to think I would to get him all worked up.” Makeup applied, I turn from the mirror and face my girls. “It worked, too.”
“No!” says Madison.
“For real?” says Sophie.
“OMG, tell me everything,” says Ashley.
“I mean, there’s not much to tell,” I say, faking bashfulness.
Sophie gasps and points at me as she says, “She’s blushing! Now you have to tell us!”
“We’re your best friends in the whole world,” says Madison. “Who else are you going to tell?”
“I mean, it was fine,” I say.
“Fine?” Ashley echoes. “Nope. Not enough. We need details. How long did it last?”
At this point my bashfulness goes from completely fake to not so fake. “About 30 seconds,” I admit, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice.
Sophie gives an expression of sympathy as Madison says, “Oh, no. Did you have time to enjoy it at all?”
“Not really,” I admit. “I was just starting to, when…”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sophie says as she lays a hand on my shoulder.
“It gets better,” says Ashley.
“Does it?” I was afraid this thing that had been built up for forever to be the be-all end-all of existence had been overblown.
“Definitely,” says Sophie.
“Way better,” says Ashley. “You just need to give it time. And you need to train him.”
“Train him? What is he? A puppy?”
But Sophie nods in agreement as she says, “Yes. You definitely need to train him.”
“Train him to do what? Train him how? I’m so confused.”
Ashley lays a hand on my other shoulder as she says, “Train him to wait. The problem with guys is they get all excited and they want to come right away. Don’t let him do that.”
“Don’t let him? How am I supposed to not let him?”
“First, you don’t let him come inside you,” says Sophie.
“I don’t?
Ashley shakes her head. “Absolutely not. You need to start with hand jobs.”
“We already did those.”
“Do more of them. When his breathing speeds up, you slow down.”
“But that’s when he always-”
“That’s why you need to be the one in control,” says Sophie. At this point, they’re like sex columnists in stereo, one on either side of me as they dispense advice. “He won’t want to slow down, at first, but once you show him the pleasure to be had in waiting, he’ll see the light.”
I nod in understanding. “I’m in control,” I repeat.
“You’d better be,” said Ashley. “Otherwise, you might as well hand him over to Addie and let her have him.”
“Over my dead body!” I insist as we exit the bathroom and head to class.
How was I supposed to know Addie had been listening to the whole conversation from behind the closed door of one of the stalls?
To be continued…