Page 108 of Talk Nerdy To Me
I quickly text him back.
ME: I just discovered this is sexting. That’s inappropriate to do in group settings, so I’ll just see you tonight.
He immediately texts back with a thumb’s up emoji.
“Why would you do that? Now he knows that we all know you’re begging to give him a blowjob. That’s too much power to give a man,” Harley groans, scrubbing her hand over her face.
“I thought Base was out of the picture like three weeks ago,” Bella says like she’s confused.
“She’s young. Don’t expect her to be that strong yet,” Tria says.
“Actually, three weeks ago, he took my virginity,” I explain just before the waiter shows up.
“Are we ready to order?” he asks.
“No,” they all say in unison before I can order my omelet.
We only have five more minutes before they won’t make the omelet, so I quickly order my omelet before he leaves.
As soon as he’s gone, Harley grabs my hand.
“Why are you just now telling us?” she demands.
“Because I haven’t been back to the office, and I thought I’d tell you at our once-a-month brunch, since I finally had girl talk to share. I get a lot of the sexually charged metaphors now.”
Ash whispers something and covers her face again, shaking her head. It sounds like she’s praying for Base to not die, but I can’t be certain, because Bella starts talking.
“Were you safe?” Bella asks.
“Sounds like an immediate mom question,” Allie immediately retorts while I nod in answer to Bella.
“It sounds like I’ve worked in a hospital for my entire adult life,” Bella fires back.
“So not about you two right now,” Brin cuts in. “How was it?”
I try to think of how to summarize it without ambiguous wording.
“I wish I was good at poetry,” I start.
“Oh, the girl thinks it was poetic,” Harley says as her eyes shut and she fans herself.
“Oh my damn. You’re blushing. You never blush,” Ruby says like it’s an accusation as she points her finger at me.
At least that explains why spontaneous heat started blooming on my cheeks.
“It was much better than I thought possible, and I don’t have a horror story to share,” I elaborate.
“Much better than she thought possible,” Tria says like she’s swooning.
“Why have you waited three weeks to tell us this?” Harley asks while giving my shoulder a little shake.
“It’s highly addictive, and we’ve spent a lot of time improving my technique,” I tell her in my defense.
Rain slaps a hand on the table.
Tria drops her glass.
Harley knocks over her water.
