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“Why?”
“I told you. Right now, we’re still strangers. You’re also stepping away from the life you’ve known. What if I push you too fast, and you always regret it?”
“I’ve wanted you inside me since that night in the woods.”
Groaning at her words, I adjust my hard dick and frown. “What if I get you off, but we don’t do anything penetrative? That’s what ‘playing around’ means.”
“Get off?”
“Orgasm, baby,” I explain as my gaze gives her body a loving once-over.
Before Oana can pounce on me, I suggest we eat our food and listen to music. I worry she’s rushing to a destination she only vaguely understands.
“Did your family explain fucking?” I ask while sitting across the table from her and eating my pizza Hot Pocket. “Like the logistics?”
Oana stops frowning at the food and looks at me. “Are you teasing me?”
“No.”
“Because, of course, they didn’t. Sex is a mystery. It’s not meant to be understood.”
“Well, that’s dumb. Sex isn’t complicated. The basics are that I have a dick. Do you know what that looks like?”
“I saw my brother’s once. It was weird looking.”
“Yeah, well, once my dick gets hard, I put it in your pussy, um, vagina. But you need to be wet, or it’ll hurt. And you get wet from me touching all over you with my hands and mouth. Once I get you all hot and wet, I’ll stick my dick inside you.”
I pause to consider if I’m explaining things right. I’ve never needed to break down the act of fucking before. My parents always talked about it casually before giving me a very detailed presentation when I was ten. I still chuckle when I think about that cocktail wiener nailing the bagel.
Deciding I’m explaining everything right, I continue, “I thrust in and out until we hopefully both come. If you don’t come from my dick, don’t feel bad. Some chicks can’t. I know that because my cousin explained it during Sunday dinner once. Anyway, if you can’t get off with a dick, that’s okay. I’ll just help you come in a different way. Then, we’ll both feel really good. The end.”
Oana watches me like I’m weird and gross. Then, something primal clicks in her gaze, and she smiles. “Yes, I want to feel really good right now.”
“Stop doing that,” I mumble, struggling against my erection’s logic about the horny lady needing our attention. “I get bossed around by my ma and my sister on the homestead. I just let them do whatever they want since bullying girls makes me sad. But you’re my dream girl. If you boss me around, I’ll be bummed.”
Oana looks at me as if confused. Do I seem weak to her? If so, she’ll need to get used to that. I just blurt out my feelings. My family doesn’t hold back. Even Ma-Journey, who isn’t the most emotional homestead member, doesn’t believe in suffering in silence.
“I’ve been bullied my whole life,” Oana finally says. “I don’t want to do that to you.”
“Well, then, sometimes, you can’t have what you want. Just like I won’t always get what I want. Compromise is the key to a solid marriage.”
Exhaling unsteadily, Oana mumbles, “I need to do a lot of learning.”
“It’ll come naturally now that you’re out of your cage.”
Since Oana seems restless, I turn on rock music from the 1980s. She isn’t so interested in the slower songs. But a faster one by Van Halen gets her moving in her chair.
“I love music,” she coos when I smile at her enthusiasm. “Not all music. I like the ones with the guitars. That’s what makes the rough sounds, right?”
Nodding, I struggle to wrap my head around Oana’s knowledge base. We grew up in the same town, but her world feels like a bizarro version of mine.
That’s another reason I need to be patient. Oana’s certain she’s ready to embrace everything right now. Technically, she’s old enough to decide. But when I was her age, I assumed I knew all the answers. If my family didn’t keep me safe, I might have done plenty of stupid shit.
People mature and change. Oana is suffering from arrested development. With time, she’ll find her way. That’s why I need to ask myself if future Oana will be cool with everything this current Oana chooses.
