Page 33 of The Virgin Playboy

“Try to look for ones that are non-latex. Words like skin on skin or barely there. And the right fit is pretty detrimental to whether you feel increased sensation or not.”

“Thanks for the tip. Not gonna lie, it's fucking awesome when you talk me through it, though,” I gushed.

“Good to know you like feedback.”

“Only shitty thing is, don't ask me to come if you don't want me to come. I'll be dressing your walls if you do,” I joked.

“Think you'll be busy Thursday? I wanted us to do something together.”

“If by do something together, you mean ending like this, count me in,” I insisted.

“It's just something I've been considering. Especially after tonight, more than ever. But it'll be out. Are you okay with keeping plans?”

“Erm, come to think of it, I do have a long day of classes the night after, but if you slept over, it'd be easier for me. Just so I don't have to make the trip from this round of way, to school.”

“You're okay with me sleeping over your place?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” I wondered.

“I don't make much time for sleepovers, but maybe I can make an exception.” Slowly crying inside when she put her shirt and panties back on.

“It'll come with bed and breakfast. Central air conditioning. And I’m sure I can fit in some relaxing morning head. But I can't make any promises,” I winked.

“I guess I can be in a foreign place,” she sarcastically rolled her eyes.

“It's just for this week. If I didn't have such an important project coming up, I'd totally make the trip here.”

“Graham, I'm only joking. Don’t take me so seriously all the time,” she laughed.

“Girl, I'm autistic. I take everything seriously.”

“Okay, we'll meet up around six-ish? Would that be too early for you?”

“Nah, I’ll try to be out of there by four, since my last class is out at 3:30. I usually stay long sometimes when we’re working on some collaborations but I just won’t stay over this time. I'll be wherever you want me to be. However you want me to be. Whatever you want me to be,” I flirted, leaning in for another kiss.

“You're so cute.”

“I'm cuter when my face is between your legs,” I teased.

“I mean, I gotta keep my youth somehow. I can only no longer bathe in the blood of a virgin.”

“An Elizabeth Báthony joke. Very funny,” I rolled my eyes. “Haven’t heard that one before. So glad you can't throw that in my face anymore.”

“Baby, I'm not making fun of you. You're just…leaning in and taking more initiative. I like seeing your confidence growing.”

“I figure if I'm going to be fucking, the least I could do is be good at it. Sucking at sex seems like it'd be worse than being a virgin,” I admitted.

“You'd be surprised how many seasoned people suck at sex. You, on the other hand, are in a step in the right direction.”

***

Honestly with how draining this doctoral program could be, whatever Jaq had in mind, I could use the break away. I didn't struggle much in composition lessons, and even the grueling seminars weren’t so bad. It was just the constant creative output, balancing art and academic rigor and having to shift gears at the drop of a hat. I had definitely had an advantage since I also recorded at home, but directing performers and working in groups was often exhausting. In the end, I knew it’d be worth it, but I could really use an off button.

Hopefully Jaq’s plans would help with that. She didn't give me much details, which in a normal situation would drive me off the wall. But I jumped at any time we could hang out outside of her flat. I loved the benefits but the friends part was what made the sex amazing.

Growing up with just sisters, I was used to being around mostly women, and while I wasn't the type to dismiss my male friendships, it felt like you explored more interests or hobbies in the company of women.

When I was a few minutes away, Jaq wondered if I was close, signaling through text that she hoped I was still interested. That moment of negative thinking melted away when she saw me approaching.