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Nerves fill her expression. Every time anything about sex comes up, they seem to appear.
I tease, "Come on, then. Ya can't tell me I'm the only bloke you've ever kissed."
"I didn't say that," she snaps.
"Okay, then. What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" I repeat.
"I don't want to tell ya," she states.
Her words hurt, but I brush them off. I want Maeve to want to tell me all about herself. Yet she's still guarded. I push, "Why?"
"Because it's embarrassing," she claims.
I try to hide my grin. "Well, now I'm really curious. Why is it embarrassing?"
She puts her hand over her face and shakes her head, groaning. "Why are ya asking me this?"
"Do ya want to quit?"
She removes her hand from her face. She smirks. "No. I'm not quitting, babes."
I love it when she calls me babes, but when she does it in her sarcastic voice, it's like a knife stabbing my heart. I don't know why. I prefer it when she's sucking up to me in front of my dad. Her sticky, sweet voice may be fake when she's doing it, but I'll take it any day over this one.
She adds, "Ya can quit any time."
I lean closer to her, insisting, "I'm not quitting. So if ya aren't either, go on and answer my question."
She sighs. "Fine. I made out in a bathroom stall in secondary school."
It's not the dirtiest thing I've ever heard, but I didn't expect her to do anything of the sort. I can't hide my shock and chuckle, questioning, "Really?"
"Yea. It's not that big of a deal," she adds.
I tease, "Quite the rebel ya are!"
She rolls her eyes. "This is why I didn't want to tell ya." She picks up a tiger prawn and sticks it in her mouth.
"Well, go on. Finish your story. Don't leave me hanging in suspense."
She chews, swallows, and takes a sip of her wine. "What else is there to tell?"
I slide my hand higher between her thighs, goading, "What did ya do in that bathroom stall?"
"I told ya, I made out," she states.
"What does 'make out' mean, Maeve? Did he tease your titties? Stick his finger up that wet pussy of yours?"
She elbows me in the rib cage.
"Ow," I cry out. Her elbows really do hurt. She could take a large man down with her jabs.
She declares, "It serves ya right."
I laugh, warning, "If ya don't tell me you're quitting, ya better give me some details."
Her eyes turn to slits again, but she caves. "Fine. I made out in the bathroom stall. All we did was kiss, and he stuck his hands up my shirt."
"Did your titties get hard?"
