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“He tried,” I say in his defense. I almost feel bad for talking about him like this. After all, I did enjoy myself with him...well, sort of. “I’m telling you, he’s a really nice guy and he has the potential to be damn good in the sheets.”
“Well, for someone else,” Paris states, taking a sip from her glass. “He might already be.”
Persia dismisses the thought with a wave of her hand. “I’m glad you didn’t bring him here; that’s for sure. If he could barely handle you, there’s no way he could ever handle the three of us.”
I nod, knowingly. “Trust me. When he came in six minutes—from getting head, I realized then I couldn’t bring him here.”
Paris shakes her head. “Believe it or not, if a man can’t hold out longer than you’d like, he can still satisfy you. We have to learn to be more realistic in terms of what a man is capable of bringing to the table, sexually speaking. And talk to them openly and honestly about what it is we need from them in the sheets.”
“So I’m supposed to accept a man who nuts quick, and be okay with it?” Persia asks, raising a brow. “Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I’m not saying you should be okay with it. But you should be okay with not making him feel less than a man. And you should be okay with encouraging him, and showing him how to do better. Look at Porsha. Instead of walking out on him, or embarrassing him, she showed him what she wanted. And he was open to trying to deliver what she asked for.”
Persia rolls her eyes. “Okay, Oprah. And he still came up short, or should I say, in his case, came too quick.”
“Yeah, but he tried. And that was only a one-night stand. Imagine if he was someone you wanted to invest some time in. There’s no telling what would happen with a little patience and understanding.”
Persia shakes her head. “You can have that. I’m not interested in teaching no man nut control. Sorry.”
“Well, nut control or not,” Paris continues, “between foreplay and the actual act itself, the whole experience can be stretched out to an hour or more, and still be extremely enjoyable for both.”
Persia agrees. “That’s true. Still...”
My cell dings. I reach for it off the coffee table, leaving Paris and Persia to continue their discussion. I have a text message from Emerson. WAS THINKN ABT U. HMU WHEN U CAN
I text him back. Tell him how sweet and thoughtful that was.
I WANNA C U 2NITE. It doesn’t take long before I forget Persia and Paris are in the room and Emerson and I get caught up in texting each other back and forth.
Me: ME 2
Em: CUM C ME
Me: 2NITE?
Em: YUP
Me: CAN’T
Em: CAN’T OR WON’T
Me: WON’T
Em:
Me: LOL
Em: I WANNA HOLD U. NO SEX
Me: YEAH RIGHT
Em: I PROMISE. I JUST WANNA LIE NAKED WIT U, AND HOLD U
Me: I HAVE TO GET UP EARLY
Em: STAY THE NIGHT
I blink, surprised that he is extending an invitation for me to come to his place; to stay the night. I can’t remember the last time I slept at a man’s place, let alone stayed the night. The thought of waking up in his arms entices me.
