AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Gina,” I said excitedly, “Trey and I did it last night!”
“Did what? Are you freakin’ telling me that you two tied the knot? What?” I heard Ian mumble something to her, and she hushed him up.
“No, we didn’t get married, we made love,” I replied matter-of-factly. “I’m no longer a virgin!” I declared proudly.
“What the—?” Gina was shocked. I heard her tell Ian to shut up, and then she was back on the phone. “I’ll be right down to your room. Ian is bitching at me to be quiet. Don’t move.”
I'd barely hung up the hotel phone when she was pounding on my door. I opened it and she stood there in her silk camisole with matching shorts.
“Ok,” she said, pulling me behind her to the sofa where we sat down. “I think there is some clarification in order here, Ty.”
“Okay,” I said. “What do you want clarified?”
“Are you shitting me?” she practically hollered. “You freaking drop two bombshells on me this morning and you don’t think I’m not a bit confused? Number one: you just for the first time ever fucked Trey?” she asked.
I nodded, adding, “I prefer to view it as making love.”
“Whatever,” she waved me off. “Secondly, you're telling me that this is the first time you’ve made love, had sex, fucked whatever you choose to call it, with anyone?”
“Yes!”
“Well I’m pissed!” she declared. “You never told me that you were still a freakin’ virgin.”
“Well, you never asked,” I shrugged.
“I should continue being pissed at you because friends are supposed to tell friends stuff, but what the hell, I’m dying to know. How was it?” We both shrieked and laughed in unison.
“Oh my God,” I said, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them. “It was so intense, Gina. I never thought it would be like that. I mean I had several orgasms and I’m pretty sure I’ve had two of the four that I read about in Cosmo.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes getting wide. “Tell me this girlfriend,” she lowered her voice as if there was someone else in the room, “how is he hung?”
“I don’t have a point of reference to go by, but I'd say he’s huge.”
“Huge, huh? Well how would you know if it’s huge if he’s the first one, you know?”
“Well that’s it, I don’t know. It just seemed that way to me.”
“Okay,” she said, looking around the room. She got up, went into the bathroom and returned with a can of my hair spray. “Using this as a point of reference,” she said, handing me the can, “show me how Trey’s pecker compares to this hair spray can.”
I thought for a moment, recalling how far my hand had glided from root to tip when I was massaging it. I closed my eyes, and encircled the can with my right hand, stopping at the spot where I estimated the end of his erection to be.
“Right to here,” I said, holding the can up to show her his length. Her eyes widened.
“Shut up!” she said, “you're lying, girl! Okay, okay,” she continued, “let’s look at girth.” She turned the can on its side so that the circumference of the bottom was visible. “Here,” she instructed, “I want you to take your thumb and your index finger and bring them as close to the tip of each one against the bottom of this can to show me approximately how thick his pecker is.”
I did as instructed, showing here that it was way too thick for my thumb and index finger to touch.
“Oh my God,” she cried, “how in the hell are you walking today?” We both dissolved into laughter. “Seriously though,” Gina said, “I had no idea that you and Trey had never been sexual. You two have this freakin’ chemistry like I’ve never seen before. What the hell took you so long?”
“Trust me, I was ready,” I replied. “I think Trey may have some baggage of his own. I’m not really sure what all that's about, but I plan to find out. Then of course, there’s my baggage. Finding out all that stuff about my mom. Dreams I was having about my past that I can’t decide are real or nightmares.”
“You never shared any of that with me, Tylar? Why?”
“Gina, trust doesn’t come easy to me. That’s probably because of my mom and growing up with her. Even now it’s hard for me to tell you that much. I don’t know. It’s like I was in denial for a while, then clearly ashamed when I did start to come to terms with it. Trey knows these things about me, not because I shared with him, at least not at first, but he was around during a lot of my nightmares. Do you remember that note you picked up on the floor of my cottage?”
“Yeah,” she said, “the one that called you ‘Sissy’?”
I nodded. “I never shared what that meant with you. I was in denial…it’s called repressed memories. But I knew what it was.”
