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“Okay, that’s enough,” I said.
“Getting turned on?” she asked.
“No. Getting annoyed.”
And turned on. But that was a different story.
“You need to find you someone like Logan so you can lose your virginity, Ava. It really is time.”
“It’s not that simple,” I said.
“Why? You’re hot. If I was a guy, I’d do you. You’ve got that cute little petite thing going on. You’re small, but you pack curves in all the right places. You’ve got long black hair any man would want to fist. Your olive skin is begging for someone’s lips, and your blue eyes sparkle even in the dark. You’d drive a man fucking crazy.”
I grinned. “Sounds like I drive you crazy.”
“Like I said, I’d do you in a heartbeat. But you’re my best friend and I don’t want to take your virginity.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head before I took another bite of my salad.
“Ava, you can legally drink but you haven’t had sex. Something’s wrong with that. Drunken sex is marvelous, by the way. The man lasts for hours.”
“That sounds like it hurts.”
“Get some silicon-based lube and it won’t. Logan and I use it all the time during our drunken encounters. I swear, that stuff could help slip a camel into the eye of an unthreaded needle,” she said.
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Oh, don’t get me started on dangerous. Logan’s got this thing for exhibitionism, but he doesn’t ever want people seeing me that vulnerable.”
“What and what?” I asked.
“He really likes to play with me in booth seats. You know, under the tablecloth and stuff.”
“OMG! Get the hell out of here. You two would be arrested if you were caught.”
“That’s the thrill of it,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“That’s gross.”
“Oh, it’s so hot. Having to bite down on my lower lip while his fingers slide into my—”
“Gross. It sounds like you needed to call him for this lunch instead of me. Are you getting close to your period? You get like this when you’re close to your period.”
“You need to get laid, Ava, and I’m going to help you do it.”
“No, you’re not. And no, I don’t. This is my virginity and it’s going to happen when I decide, not you,” I said.
“If that’s the case, it’ll never happen,” she said.
“Then that’s my call. It’s not yours, and it’s not anyone else’s.”
“Are you really scared, Ava? I mean truthfully. As a concerned best friend, if you are, that isn’t healthy.”
“Camilla, can we drop this please?” I asked.
“Are you really a virgin?”
“What? Of course I am.”
“No, I mean physically. You weren’t, you know…”
I furrowed my brow and then scoffed when I understood. “No, I wasn’t sexually traumatized in any way, Camilla. I just don’t want to have sex.”
“See, that’s a lie. I know it is because I’ve walked into your apartment and heard you masturbating very loudly on numerous occasions.”
“So what!? Just because I mastur—” I cleared my throat and brought my voice down, painfully aware of how people were openly staring at us. “I know it’s hard for you to understand, but some people aren’t sex fiends like you are,” I said.
“Because they’ve never had sex with Logan. I swear, if you got someone as good as he is in bed, especially with the girth that man has swinging between his legs, you would never go back. You’d lie in bed and do whatever that man asked just as long as he put it in you.”
I shook my head and groaned.
“Kill me now, please,” I said.
“Sorry. You’re stuck with me a little while longer, because we’re getting dessert.”
“Dessert? Are we celebrating something?”
“We’re celebrating you eventually losing your virginity.”
“I’m going to punch you in the tit.”
“And then we’ll talk more about how you’re going to lose your V-card,” she said.
“Camilla, please stop. Please? I’m begging you. Just stop.”
“I begged Logan to stop last night, too, and he didn’t—thank God.”
I shook my head as she giggled and took spoonful of soup.
“It’s not a big deal. Just lose it already. We’ll find you a nice guy for the evening. It’ll be swift and quick. You’ll have your first real orgasm from a real guy, and then we can see how you feel after that.”
“No, we won’t,” I said.
“You think on it. Then we can talk.”
“Done and no. Next subject please.”
“Trust me. That word doesn’t always mean what you think it means when electricity is taking over your body,” she said.
I shook my head and gnawed on the inside of my cheek to keep from getting angrier at her. I loved my best friend. I really did. But when she got on this topic, it was like trying to free a tick from a dog’s asshole. It didn’t matter why I wasn’t having sex. The point was, I wasn’t having sex because it was my choice. Yes, I was scared. I didn’t want it to hurt. But more than that, I didn’t want to open myself up to the world of emotions that came with having sex with someone, that came with being vulnerable, naked, and entering the throes of something so personal with someone I hardly knew. I wanted romance. I wanted passion. I wanted a true connection with someone before I stripped down for them and spread my legs.
