“You ever wanted to?”
“I dunno.”Oh, he meantus.“Like what?”
“Maybe we could try some stuff.When you’re ready.”
“You mean fucking me?”We hadn’t talked about it before, but I knew he wanted to, because of the way he touched me sometimes.It was easier to talk about when he wasn’t looking at me.
“That too,” he said.
“I’m not ready for that.”
“That’s okay.Do you have any lube?”
“No.I never needed it with my girlfriends.Do we need it?”
“Yeah.I can get some.I’m not suggesting we do this today, but it’s good to have it on hand so when you’re ready, we can just do it.We don’t have to stop while one of us runs to the drugstore.”
“Have you done this a lot?”
“Not a lot.But I know it can hurt if you’re not careful.”
I hadn’t thought about it hurting.
“Has someone ever done it to you?”I said, thinking maybe he could explain, prepare me for what it felt like.
“No,” he said.There was a vulnerable note in his voice, like he’d let slip a secret, and I wondered how things had been with his ex-boyfriend, and why they hadn’t.
“Would you be opposed to me doing it to you?”I said.“I mean, at some point when we both want to?”
He didn’t answer right away.
“No,” he said.“I would not be opposed.”
“Then I can be your first time too, honey kid.”I’d never been anyone’s first time.
“I’m not a kid.”He clasped my arm.
“How old are you?”
All the time we’d lived together, I’d never asked.Sometimes, he seemed a lot older than me, but he looked a lot younger.
“Twenty-three,” he said.
I grinned.“When’s your birthday?”
“March.”
“March what?”
“Seventeenth.”
I was so relieved I laughed.
“What?”he said.
“I’m two days older than you, honey kid.”
“Two days is nothing,” he said.
