Page 18 of Little Paper Games
“Never have I ever dated someone ten years or more my senior,” I stated. To say I was shocked when he took a drink was an understatement. “Seriously?”
“Calm your tits, Red. It’s not like it’s that big of a deal,” he teased. “Never have I ever come so many times in one night I passed out.”
I could feel my face heating. I kept my drink firmly in my hand, my tongue tucked into my cheek with annoyance.
“Really? Interesting.” The way he swirled the stones around in his cup just annoyed me. He’d embarrassed me.
“What, not all of us are sexual deviants like you, apparently,” I sassed off. “Never have I ever used a fake ID.” It was definitely time to change the subject.
“I object,” Jude called out loudly.
“That’s not part of the rules! You can’t just object to questions you don’t want to answer.” He riled me up so easily. Fucking prick.
“I have no problem answering it, Kenna. I just don’t want to. I’m objecting to going backwards.” He didn’t make any sense.
“I’m not going backwards. It’s just another question,” I argued, feeling that anger build up inside of me again. Fighting him was like second nature.
“We started talking about sex, no use going back now, if you ask me.” He took another small sip.
“Fine, you wanna play by those rules?” He nodded with a smirk. A stupid smirk. “Never have I ever slept with two people at the same time.’
He drank.
“Never have I ever made out with my best friend’s boyfriend.” I stayed still again. No drinking for me.
“Never have I ever had a one-night stand.” I watched smugly as he drank again.
“Never have I ever brought a date home to meet my parents.” When she didn’t drink again, he looked deflated.
“Really, Red? Totally had you pegged for that girl,” he nearly whined.
“Well, looks like you don’t know me at all, then. Never have I ever orgasmed just from oral,” I said with a laugh. The way he looked at me let me know that my words hadn’t landed right.
“Wait, what?” he asked, shocked.
“Never have I ever—” I started to repeat.
“No, no, I heard you. You’ve never cum from oral?” he asked with what seemed to be genuine concern.
“Um, no…” I trailed off, feeling my cheeks flush once again with embarrassment.
“Why the fuck not?” he huffed out on a laugh.
“None of your business,” I spat back, feeling more vulnerable than I wanted to.
“Oh, come on, Kenna, you’ve gotta tell me. What kind of losers have you been with? Were they that bad?” he asked, that genuine concern edging back into his voice.
“No, don’t say that. They weren’t terrible,” I rebutted awkwardly.
“Then what was it?” he urged again; this time louder.
“Jesus, Jude. It’s hard to cum from oral when you’ve never had oral,” I finally admitted, covering my face with my hands as the silence fell down around us and the candle lights flickered.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked. There was that shocked voice again.
“No, dimwit. I said it. I haven’t had oral. But that’s not uncommon. It’s not a thing that guys really do,” I defended. Who I was defending, I wasn’t sure of?
“That’s bullshit. Guys do that. Guys who know anything about sex do that. Fuck, next thing you’re going to tell me that —”
