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She dabs her eyes. “I’m just gonna need a minute.”
“Help me.”
“Okay.” She launches out of her chair, taking charge. “First, love the blouse, but I need to see some cleave, so pop her open.”
I fiddle the top button free. “Like that?”
She quickly slips the second one open and tugs at the cups of my bra. “Like that.”
I look down and gasp. “Yup, those are my boobs.”
“Second, are you wearing panties?” she asks.
“Of course, I am.”
“Lose ‘em.”
“Lose ‘em?”
“Lose ‘em! You don’t need them anymore.” She grabs a tube of lipstick off her dresser and hands it out to me. “Put this on.”
I turn it over to check the name. “Scarlett Shag?” I read aloud.
“It works every time. Now…” She takes a step back and regards me from head-to-toe as I use the mirror above her dresser. “This is good. This will work.”
“It will?” I ask as I blot.
“Hell yeah.” She stands up tall beside me. “Okay, when you get on the couch, just be open. Keep your back straight. Sit real close. And touch him.”
“Touch him where?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Literally whatever is closest. Like…” She lays a hand on my shoulder. “Gently slide your hand along his upper back or,” she shifts to my forearm, “a quick caress on his arm or his leg…”
I shiver a bit. “That does feel nice…”
“Eventually, he’ll kiss you. It won’t take long since you’ve already primed that engine.”
“Okay. Then, what?”
“Then, just grab it.”
I wait for more, but she doesn’t continue. “Grab it?”
“Grab it.” She raises her hand and makes a tight fist. “Reach down there and give it a good squeeze. At that point, you can pretty much just lie there. A man like Drew will know what to do. Oh, and if you go down there, remember to suck. Don’t blow. The name is a little misleading.”
My stomach clenches as Jenna spins around and picks her messenger bag up off the floor. “You’re leaving?” I ask.
“You want me to stay and coach you through it?” she jokes.
“Well… no…”
“I’ll be back in a few hours. Probably just grab some coffee, swing by the library, and…” She groans with disgust. “Who am I?”
Me. You’re me.
And tonight, apparently, I’m you.
Oh, lord, am I really having sex tonight?
