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Nash: Okay.
Nash: What color are your panties, Candycane?
Nash using their nickname for me sends a sharp shiver down my spine, and I bite my lip.
Rose: I’m not wearing any.
Nash: Fuck. I wish I were there, in your room. Spreading those thighs.
Rose: What would I do to you if you were?
I ask, because what the fuck else do I say? I need him to coach me here.
Nash: I’m calling.
I panic at first until my brain remembers it’s just Nash.
“Hey,” I say as I answer.
“Don’t ask what I want, tell me what you want. What you’d want to do to me,” he says, getting right to the point.
“I don’t know. I thought this would be the easiest place to start, but if I don’t know what to do, I can’t tell you what I like.”
“Have you never been touched at all?” Nash asks in a husky voice, and I sigh. “Was the blind date the first night you got yourself off like that?”
“Yes, that was the first time, and no I’ve never been touched. Which is why I’ve been begging for help,” I admit.
“Lorenzo. Go to his room.”
“Not yours?” I ask.
“No, Rose. Not mine.”
“But we’ve already…”
“Ren hasn’t been with anyone in years. He won’t make promises he can’t keep.”
“And you would?” I push.
“Probably. Just go to Ren.” He hangs up, not letting me respond.
“Okay,” I sigh, and stand, looking down at my messy clothes. I pull my sweats off, pull on a pair of boy shorts, and open my bedroom door, peeking out. Lorenzo’s room is across the hall, so I scurry there and knock.
“It’s open,” he says.
“Hey,” I whisper as I step into his room and look around. He looks up from his phone, sitting at his computer desk.
“Did you bring your phone?” Lorenzo asks, and I nod. “Okay, what was the last thing Nash said?”
I walk over, handing Lorenzo my phone, and he reads through the short text quickly.
“Okay. Lie down.” Lorenzo nods to his bed, and I do as he says. Once I’m on my back, he hands me my phone.
“I’m going to do what he says, and you’re going to tell him what you feel. What you like.” I watch as Lorenzo pulls his shirt off and climbs onto his bed, still wearing his jeans.
My breath catches as Lorenzo spreads my thighs, pushing my knees up, and wraps his arms around them. His large hands are gripping my thighs, and I can’t take my eyes off them. Until he speaks.
“Tell him what I’m doing. What feels good. What you want more of.”
