Page 107 of Fielder's Choice

“Does Josh know how you are, babe?” Harlow laughs. “Not sure how he’d feel with you asking about his friend’s dick.”

“Joshy’s dick is the only one that gets me going, so it’s fine. Now, about Lane…”

I can’t fight a laugh. “Lane’s is… nice.”

“Nice?” Lucia questions.

“I don’t have another point of reference,” I shrug. “But… I like it. And he certainly doesn’t mind showing it off.”

Rory barks out a laugh. “Of fucking course he doesn’t. Lane is so goddamn shameless.”

“He has absolutely no shame,” I chuckle. “It’s kinda hot, though.”

“So,” Lucia says, “you’ve seen the penis. Have you played with it?”

I choke on my wine as my cheeks flame scarlet. “Oh my God…”

“That doesn’t sound like a no to me,” Ella smiles.

“Because it’s a yes…”

“So you’ve jacked him off?” Lucia prods.

“Wow, you’re blunt.” I force a laugh. “But… yes. Lane’s kind of been… teaching me things. I don’t know what I’m doing, so he’s helping me learn.”

“He better be taking care of you, too,” Rory says emphatically.

“Oh, he is,” I grin. “He knows how to use his hands, and it’s helped me learn what I like.”

“And what is it you like?” Harlow chimes, staring at me with rapt attention.

“His fingers,” I chuckle. “Ireallylike his fingers. And his dirty mouth. And I apparently like being… praised.”

“Ah,” Lo smiles. “Good girl. Fuckinglovethat.”

“Oh my God, same,” Ella adds. “I swear I turn feral when Josh says that.”

“I get that sometimes,” Rory teases, looking right at Harlow. “Mostly I get called a dirty slut, though.”

“Rory, shut the fuck up, please,” Lo groans to the hysterical laughter of her best friend.

“So you don’t want to hear that I call him Daddy?”

“Oh, fucking hell. I’m about to kick you out of here,” she replies, but she dissolves into laughter soon after.

“We’re way off topic now, ladies,” Lucia says loudly. “Let’s circle back to Liv and her experiences with Lane’s dick.”

“It’s just the one experience,” I admit. “He’s taken care of me far more than I’ve taken care of him.”

“And what have you been learning, hm?” Ella chimes.

“That I really like orgasms,” I laugh, and wow, my lips are loose when I drink, apparently. “But it’s been nice. The idea of sex used to give me anxiety, but he’s really helping me get through all the shit I’ve been through.”

All four girls look at me with mixtures of confusion and concern on their faces.

And then I remember that they don’t know my past. Ella knows about my infertility, but she doesn’t knowwhyI’m infertile. The rest don’t know anything at all.

“I, uh…” I gulp, not sure how to proceed, before I just let out a defeated sigh. “My virginity isn’t as cut and dry as you might think…”

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