“No, it’s fine. It’s probably the biggest I’ve ever been with,” Sloane admits, the flush creeping down her neck and onto her chest. “It’s like, I don’t know, maybe seven inches.”
“Seven inches!” Alana squeals. “Do you know how big seven inches is?”
Holding out her hands now, mimicking seven inches, the group laughs hysterically. Tears stream down our faces. Sage has her face buried in a pillow.
Daisy jumps up from the couch, returning a few seconds later with a tape measure. Plopping down on the couch, she stretches the tape measure to seven inches, placing it on her lower stomach.
“Okay, so like four inches is out and three inches in?” she asks, and this only adds to the hysteria.
“I don’t know!” Sloane wails, hardly able to get the words out through her embarrassment and laughter. “I don’t know how long the inside of my vagina is.”
“Hey, Alexa, how long is the inside of a vagina?” Alana calls out, and not one of us can hear her answer over our laughter.
“Honestly, Sloane, seven inches is really long,” Sage adds. “Is it…uncomfortable?”
“No, never! It’s fucking amazing. He’s the first guy I’ve ever had an orgasm with. His dick is magical.”
I catch what she says immediately, the part about never having an orgasm with a guy except Owen. I fall silent, the room chatting, laughing and carrying on with the conversation.
“So, wait,” I interrupt, holding up a hand, and they all look over at me. “You’ve never had an orgasm with a guy till Owen?”
“Nope,” Sloane replies.
“My first one was with Miles, but never with Isaac. It was too much fucking work for him. Plus, fucking him was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.” She holds up her pinky finger, and the room erupts with laughter again.
“You?” I ask Sage, and she shrugs.
“So like a couple of times in high school, but that was like forty-five minutes of oral, and he bitched that his jaw hurt and he was tired. But with Nate, it pretty much happens all the time.”
Without asking Alana, she begins, “I’ve had a few before, but fuck me, Flynn is ridiculously good at oral sex. I come every damn time.”
“And you’ve got to rub things down there to get it going,” Daisy adds in. “Like, fuck me, but don’t forget to strum that thing like a guitar to get me to sing.”
Her analogy has us laughing again, but this whole conversation is incredibly eye-opening. I’ve never once come from any kind of sex or dry humping or anything. I just fake it so it’s over quicker and grab a vibrator and take care of myself.
“Have any of you ever faked it?” I ask hesitantly, biting the inside of my cheek while I wait for an answer. That’s all I ever did with Sean. Over-the-top, porn star-style orgasms, but I was bored out of my mind, waiting for him to finish.
“Fuck yes!” the answer comes from Alana, who has the rest of the girls nodding in agreement. “But never with Flynn. He makes sure it happens.” She winks as she grabs her phone, her fingers moving quickly as she types out a message, and I can only imagine what she’s texting him right now.
“Same,” Daisy says. “When you find the right person…” She trails off, her eyes widening. “Oh, fuck, you’ve never, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, I know someone who would love to help you out with that,” Daisy says, smirking at me.
And so do I.
Flynn’s phone chimes, and he grins, reading the message that has to be from Alana, considering the look on his face, before he types out a response.
“What’s going on at girls’ night?” Eli asks, tipping his chin at Flynn’s phone, a huge smile on his face.
Flynn laughs, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Oh no, this is between me and my girl,” he says, turning to me. “Although, if I read between the lines of the message she just sent me, I’d say they’re talking about sex.”
“Nice,” Eli says, laughing. “Maybe we need to go over there.”
“I’m sure Kai would like to go over there,” Miles says, a grin on his face.
“Why would I want to go hang at girls’ night with all of your girlfriends?” I ask, taking a swig of my now-empty beer.
