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Piper

“Romy, you’re killing me,” I groan.

“Why?” my friend asks, not even looking up from her magazine. “This is good stuff, Piper. These guys are so hot and mm-mm. They’re definitely finger-lickin’ good. Or they can lick me wherever, whenever they want!”

I groan again while flopping down on Romy’s bed. My brown curls cover my face, but I don’t bother to brush them away because my cheeks are pink and flushed from amusement, not to mention semi-embarrassment.

“Yeah, but Romes, where did you even get this magazine? I mean, most girls pick upPlaygirlor I don’t know,Penthouse for Girls, but you picked upAdvocate Men. How did you even get your hands on this esteemed publication?”

Romy’s still avidly staring at the photos of nude men, her mouth hanging open as her blue eyes eat up their chiseled bodies.

“It was just at the magazine store that’s on the block between Hester Avenue and Q Street. You know, the one that looks super-shady with weird guys going in and out all the time? But I’m not intimidated by that shit, and it was either this or that other magazine calledSnazzers. Don’t even get me started onSnazzers,Piper. The dude on the cover was hot, but I flipped through the pages just to get a sense of what was inside and other than the centerfold, the models were only so-so. Their physiques weren’t chiseled, and I swear, I saw some flab on the guys’ waistlines.”

That makes me blink with surprise.

“Seriously? They didn’t at least photoshop the spreads?”

Romy merely shakes her head, still staring at the glossy pages while licking her strawberry lipsticked pout. “Nope, not at all. I guess no filters and no airbrushing is the latest thing because people want to see models who are quote-unquote “authentic,” butSnazzerswastooauthentic. It wasn’t just the flab, Piper. I swear, I saw some hair coming out of one guy’s buttcrack, even if he did have buns of steel.”

I flop back down and giggle because my friend is ridiculous. Romy is one of the sassiest girls at our school with an hourglass figure and a round rear end that guys regularly whistle at in the halls. But whereas I’m always embarrassed when they do that to me, my friend flaunts it. She parades around in pleated mini-skirts as well as tiny, barely-there crop tops. I know Principal Jefferies even talked to Romy about covering up a bit more, but I don’t think it worked because my friend wore a bra-top to Fairlawn High the very next day. It was purple and didn’t cover much of her huge ta-tas, and paired with a matching purple mini-skirt, she had our history teacher Mr. Leventhal practically drooling during third period.

But that’s what I love about my buddy. Romy doesn’t give a shit and always marches to the beat of her own drum.

“So did you hang out with Johnny Thayer last week at all?” I ask, changing the subject. As a bodacious blonde, Romy always has a ton of guys after her, and Johnny’s the quarterback of the football team. Any other woman would be beyond excited to catch the athlete’s eye, but my buddy merely shrugs, still perusing the magazine.

“Nah. He wanted to hang out, but I bailed.”

I frown, blinking with surprise once more.

“Really? But I thought you liked him.”

Romy merely yawns while stretching her arms over her head lazily like a cat.

“Nah, Johnny’s just a boy and you know I don’t like the young ‘uns. I want a man.”

I mock-frown.

“Romes, the guys in that magazine aren’t going to jump out of its pages. They’re not available. Besides, Johnny’s cute! Sure, he’s not the smartest guy in the world, but it’s probably all the concussions from playing football. Give him some time. After graduation, he won’t be on the gridiron anymore, and so maybe his intelligence will improve.”

But my friend merely shrugs again, languidly turning a page to reveal another gorgeous male model who’s totally nude.

“Mmm, look at him,” she murmurs, not even listening as she eyes the stud’s equipment. “Wow, if that thing comes down to his knee now, I wonder how long he is when he’s erect?”

“Romy!” I say in an exasperated tone. “OMG, are you going to let Johnny Thayer twist in the wind? Seriously, girl. You haven’t been interested in boys for the last year or so and it’s getting weird! I mean, we’re still looking at dirty magazines, so I know you like guys, but what gives? Before Johnny, there was Ron, right? And before Ron, there was Harrison Barnes? What happened? There are so many guys who’ve been interested in you, but you seem to have lost all interest in dating them.”

At that, Romy sighs and flops onto her back, finally tearing her eyes away from the magazine.

“I just don’t like boys,” she says again. “I like men.”

I sputter.

“Romes, Harrison Barnes is in college now. He’s two years ahead of us. I don’t know what you mean by ‘boy.’”

My friend merely shrugs before getting a devilish smile on her face.

“Well, let’s just say I like them older.”

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