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Dani scowled a little. “I already told you, he’s dirty. He’s not my type.”
“She’s very particular, as you know.” Danica rolled her eyes. She still thought it was insane that Dani had passed over her husband, Ashley, way back before Danica met him.
It was, really. Ashley was a primo hottie. I’d awarded him unicorn status the first time I met him, and never taken it back.
“So maybe Shane’s not my type,” I said carefully.
Dani smirked. “Oh, sweetie. You don’t even know what your type is.”
I thought about that. She wasn’t exactly wrong.
I got tongue tied around any guy I found attractive, for sure. But I hadn’t had nearly enough practice dating—or having sex with—actual men to know what I wanted or what I liked best.
“Take it from me,” she added. “You need to experience some actual dick to figure out what kind you like.”
“I don’t know,” Danica said. “Are we seriously evaluating men based on one body part?”
“No,” Dani said, “we’re evaluating them based on how theyusesaid body part, which says basically everything we need to know about a guy. Now, I can tell by looking at a guy if he’s right for me or not. But I’m a more … advanced dater.”
Danica snorted a laugh. “What a nice way to put it.”
Dani was scrutinizing me. “Jolie, you’re more of a newb to the cock end of the pool. So it might take you a little longer to decide. It’s understandable.”
My cheeks were burning. “So how do I figure out what kind of cock… or guy… I like?”
“Easy. You fuck them.”
Danica sighed.
“I tell you this because I love you, Jolie,” Dani said. “Seven losers who couldn’t make you come is not experience, babe.”
She had a very valid point.
“Are you agreeing with this?” I asked Danica.
“I mean, I hate to say it but she’s not wrong. You can’t know for sure what you like, really, and what you prefer, until you experience it. I never, ever would’ve thought I’d end up with two men until it happened. Now… I don’t know how I could ever go for anything else.”
“So, you’re saying…”
“You’re young. You’d be doing yourself a terrible disservice,” Danica said, “if you didn’t try out a few things.”
“Including screwing my stepbrother?”
“He’s not your stepbrother. Yet. And no, I still wouldn’t advise you to—”
“After you fuck Shane,” Dani mused, “we’ll find you someone else. You should experiment with at least a few. Maybe we can find you a good boyfriend for a while who’ll practice with you. You know, have him tie you up, spank you, role play… we can give him a list.”
“Slow down,” Danica said. “You’re killing her.”
“I’m okay,” I wheezed. “I was just… picturing Shane… doing all those things to me. I’m sick.”
“You’re not sick,” Dani said firmly. “You’re horny. And we just need some men to attend to your needs.”
“You realize men are human beings, right?” Danica said. “They’re not just your personal playthings.”
“You say tomato, I say—”
“Men catch feelings just like we do,” Danica pressed.
