Page 69 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“I don’t even know what that means,” I admit. “But it’s true. Jonathan never wanted one. Said they hurt. And since I really didn’t know how to give one, and I would’ve died of embarrassment to ask y’all, I just never did.”
“Wow,” Stella whispers.
“Yup. I’m twenty-nine, I’ve never had an orgasm, and I don’t know how to give a BJ.”
I just admitted that out loud. And now I want to go find the nearest hole to crawl into.
“Hey, nothing to be ashamed about,” Quinn says. “If it makes you feel better, you just made my whole day by saying ‘BJ.’”
I give her a side eye. “You’re welcome.”
“Also, it’s easy,” she continues. “You suck on it like a lollipop, and most importantly, don’t bite it.”
“I know that,” I say. “Well, the biting part.”
“Then you’re golden.”
“Now that our sister has given you such eloquent advice, I’ll wrap this up,” Stella says, scooching Quinn out of the way so she can put her arm around me. “I remember what it was to be like with a man who left things…lacking. You feel like you wasted so much time and wondered what could’ve been.”
“You’re right,” I admit. “I stayed with Jonathan because I thought I loved him. And maybe I did at the beginning. But I wasted years on a man who wasn’t a fit, is now borderline stalking me, and I don’t even have an orgasm to show for it.”
“Just remember,” Maeve says, coming to sit on the other side of me. “You’re the romantic of the group. The one who has said for years that one move, one insignificant moment, can change the outcome of everything. You’re on the path you’re supposed to be on. And whether Linc is it for you, or just a stop along the way, don’t take it for granted. Have fun. Live your life. And if it happens to come with orgasms? Then so be it.”
I smile as I lean my head on her shoulder. “What would I do without you three?”
“Not know how to give a blow job, apparently.”
We all start laughing at Quinn’s joke as arms wrap around me in a group hug.
I love these women more than anything. And even though most of this conversation revolved around the lie of my life, I’m so glad that I finally opened up to them about everything.
It was a little scary, but I did it.
I feel lighter. Freer.
That’s until we break from the hug and I happen to look down.
Where Grace is with my phone.
Only it’s not the game she’s playing.
It’s a phone call.
An active one.
To Boyfriend.
20
linc
I don’t knowwhich football scheduling god to thank, but I’m praying to them today, because due to our game schedule to start the season, we have a light day today. Just walkthroughs and film sessions. Which is good, considering I barely slept last night.
I mean, how was I supposed to when all I could see every time I closed my eyes was Ainsley licking my dick like a lollipop?
The answer is I didn’t. I stared at my ceiling all night, thoughts of Ainsley with my cock in her perfect mouth. The mouth I wanted to kiss the other night more than I wanted my next breath.
“I don’t think I’ve ever…”
