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“Nope, I don’t,” is my droll tone. “You know that Alex, I mean Alexa, was never turned on by lingerie, so I never invested in that kind of stuff. I wonder what turns her on now,” I say in a rueful tone. “Hell if I know.”
After all, my ex-boyfriend is now a woman. It’s true. Alex was cute enough as a “he,” and to be honest, we were good together. We got along great and at least to me, there was a spark. But a few weeks ago, he sat me down and confided that he was no longer a ‘he.’ Evidently, Alexa has known from childhood that ‘he’ is actually a ‘she’ and was going to begin the transition from male to female immediately.
I’m all for it, to be honest. I’m supportive of anyone suffering from gender dysmorphia, or who simply doesn’t identify as strictly male or strictly female. But of course, that meant that our relationship was done because I wasn’t really interested in dating a woman, and Alexa was too focused on her transition to date at all. We went our separate ways, and it was an amicable split. But still, the story’s one for the ages, right? I love Alexa dearly, but I no longer ‘love’ her in a romantic way, and I’m glad to move on.
Halsey reads my mind and shoots a sassy grin in my direction.
“So Alexa wasn’t about the fancy lingerie? Not for either of you?”
I giggle.
“It would have been weird to see Alex in fancy lingerie, but back when Alexa was Alex, he was more into boxers or boxer briefs. So nope, there were no g-strings or peek-a-boo bras or anything like that.”
“Still, was the sex any good?” asks Halsey curiously, tossing her blonde curls back. “I mean, it can be hot if you’re both into it, no matter the gender of the parties involved.”
I look down and shake my head before sighing.
“Unfortunately, no. I mean, my first time was with Alex and I think it was his first time too, so neither of us knew what we were doing. But it wasn’t sexy at all. It was just …awkward.”
Halsey nods with understanding.
“Yeah, my first time was like that too. I was fifteen, and it was a guy from my high school. Let’s just say I’ve tried to erase it from my memory because it was so blah. Not even bad, just blah. But surely, things improved with time?” Halsey asks. “I mean, I know you guys didn’t date that long, but surely, you guys got the hang of it after a while? Practice makes perfect, after all.”
I merely sigh again, my shoulders slumping.
“Not really,” I say in a rueful tone. “I don’t know what to attribute the bad sex to either. Alexa’s gender dislocation? My shyness? The fact that neither of are particularly ‘sexy’? Who knows? Maybe I should watch a video or something to learn. God knows I could use the tutorial.”
Halsey giggles then.
“Youaresexy, Annie! You have the figure of a siren, and guys are definitely attracted to you. You just need to dress sexier, and flirt a little more. You know, find the inner whore and let her out!”
I giggle too.
“I know, and Iwantto be sexier,” I confess. “After all, that’s what college is for. To meet hot men, and to let your hair down and explore. It’s just … well, the guys at Loyola are so young. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next one I meet is even more awkward than Alex, or worse.”
“I know,” Halsey says in a smug tone. “That’s why I love being with Travis. He’s older, amazing, and knows exactly how to please a woman. I swear, Annie, he made me come so many times the last time we were together. We’ve been doing some super-naughty things too,” she says in a secretive tone. “Stuff that you wouldn’t believe.”
I stare at her.
“Really? Like what?”
“Oh, I can’t say,” my friend says in an airy voice. “You’d be shocked though. But anyways, back to my point. I totally agree that older men are the way to go because you know that Travis is in his forties, right? But he’s incredibly virile, and an animal in bed. I swear, sometimes when I visit him in San Francisco, we don’t leave his bedroom for the entire weekend. And then you know I fly back to NYC and I’m sore and achy just from the workout he's put me through.”
I nod, eyes wide.
“Wow. Just wow.”
“But you should get your own older man,” Halsey hints, smiling a bit. “I mean, how about Curtis? I’ve seen you looking at him.”
I squeal then, throwing a pillow at her.
“Are you serious? He’s your stepdad, and he’s so old!”
“He’s not old,” my friend protests. “He’s probably thirty-five? Thirty-six? You know my mom is a lot older than Curtis, but he’s definitely learned his lesson since. I think these days, he likes them young.Realyoung, like he’s a pendulum swinging in the other direction,” she says emphatically.
“How young?” I breathe, my heart beginning to race. After all, I’ve only met Curtis Salomon once before, but he was incredibly gorgeous. He helped Halsey move in at the beginning of the school year, and the man is built. He’s got broad shoulders, a wide, sculpted chest, and arms so thick with muscle that he lifted her boxes as if they weighed nothing. Plus, I snuck a look at his package and it was enormous under the stiff denim of his jeans. If he’s that size while flaccid, then I can only imagine what he’s like aroused. Mmm, it’s sure to be wonderful.
But still, this is Halsey’s stepfather, and not only that, but Curtis is hosting us for Thanksgiving. I can’t be having these naughty thoughts about a man who’s clearly off limits! Yet my friend won’t let up.
