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“We went out a few times.”
“How come you broke up?”
I shrugged. “Just did.”
Her smile looked like a cat that ate a canary. I put down my fork. “What did she tell you?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re a shit liar, Josie.”
She laughed. “Okay, okay. She said you guys split up because you couldn’t look her mom in the face anymore.”
I closed my eyes. Why the hell did I still live in this town? That shit happenedsixteen yearsago. We were kids in high school, for Christ’s sake. Guess Quinn ran out of locals to tell the stupid story to, so she had to start telling visitors.
“Did you really wave to her mom in the middle of oral sex?”
“I wasseventeen. Her mom came home early from work. I was sitting on the bed, and Quinn was down on her knees. Her mother walked into the bedroom without any warning. I guess she didn’t notice what was going on at first because she smiled and waved at me. Quinn still had no clue, so she kept going. I panicked and didn’t know what to do, so I waved back.” I shook my head. “The look on her mother’s face when she realized what was going on a second later... She was horrified. I couldn’t look at her ever again.”
Josie laughed so hard, she held on to her stomach.
“Alright, alright,” I said. “It’s not that funny. And now you owe me an embarrassing high school sex story. Let’s hear it.”
“I can’t. I didn’t have sex in high school.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“Nope. I was a senior in college the first time.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t meet the right person until then.”
“When did you start going out with the douchebag?”
“Noah?”
I nodded.
Josie bit her bottom lip, suddenly shy. “My senior year in college. But Noah wasn’t my first. Though he was my second.”
Damn. I had no idea how we’d gone froma duck ate my dinnerto talking about blow jobs and Josie’s lack of sexual partners. But this was definitely more interesting.
“So only two men…ever?”
She chugged the rest of her wine and stood. “I think I need more alcohol for this conversation. Do you want another glass?”
I put my hand over the rim. While she might need some liquid courage, I preferred to be sober for this. I wanted to remember it all. “I’m good.”
Josie filled her glass with a heavy hand and sat back down with a sigh. “Yes, only two men. I wanted my first time to be with a boyfriend, so it would mean something. But after my dad died, I didn’t let anyone get close to me. By the time I was twenty-one and a senior in college, I just wanted to get it over with. So I had sex with a guy I’d gone out with a few times. The funny thing is, I’d been afraid of getting close to someone and losing them, yet I dumped the guy less than a week after we did the deed. I met Noah a few months later, and, well, you know how that ended.” She gulped her wine. “I guess that’s my embarrassing story.”
“Nothing embarrassing about not being promiscuous.”
She shrugged. “I sometimes wonder if I’ve missed out. Then again, I’m a chronic overthinker, so I wonder about a lot of useless things.”
“Didn’t look like you were doing too much thinking while you were sitting in that kiddie pool today.”
“I wasn’t.” She smiled. “It’s easy to relax down here. I feel so different than I do in New York.”
