Page 71 of A Good Book

“What does that mean? Oral sex?”

I shook my head.

“He fingered you?”

Another headshake.

“Anal?”

My eyes bulged. “No!”

“Then what?”

I folded and refolded the same pair of jeans.

“I’m your friend.” Olivia laughed. “You can tell me.”

“Our clothes stayed on the whole time, but we kissed and he was on top of me, and we sort of …” I tugged at my sweatshirt’s neck, feeling really warm.

“Like he …” she stood and thrust her hips, which only doubled my embarrassment.

“Stop!” I covered my face. “Yes. That.”

“You dry humped. Just say it.”

I dropped my hands. “What?”

Olivia giggled. “Have you never heard of dry humping?”

I didn’t respond.

“It’s rubbing your genitals together with your clothes on. No bodily fluid is exchanged, so it’s, you know … dry.” Olivia was a sex encyclopedia.

I nodded several times.

“Did you orgasm? I’m sure he did. Men will hump anything.”

I winced.

“Oh. No!” She shook her head. “I didn’t mean it that way, like you’re not special, like him dry humping you is equivalent to a dog humping someone’s leg.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

Olivia’s giggles intensified. “I just meant that a guy always orgasms, well maybe notalways, but most of the time.”

I tucked my chin and unzipped my toiletry bag. College was a painful experience for the inexperienced.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a good dry hump. It’s a useful tool for getting off in public situations. I once dry humped with a guy during a football game. I was sitting on his lap, and we had a blanket over us. It was probably the best one I’ve ever experienced because we had to go so slowly that by the time I came, I was dying.”

Olivia having a ranking of her best to worst dry humping experiences didn’t help me feel better. It made me regret not having sex with Matt. My virginity no longer felt like a trophy or even a gift to be given to my future husband. It made me feel like Linus Van Pelt sucking my thumb while hugging a security blanket.

“I did,” I said with as much confidence as possible.

“Did what?”

I cleared my throat. “Um … orgasmed,” I mumbled without going into detail about it being my first one.

“Did you both do it at the same time? That’s the best! Or did you go first and have to wait for him to finish grinding it out?”

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