Page 22 of Make Her Mine
“No.” I shook my head ferociously. “He’s not like that. It’s me. I did something.”
“To him?” she asked. “He didn’t get you to suck his dick, did he?”
“God, no!” Everything she was coming up with was worse! “I did something to myself.”
She ran her hand over her face. “While he watched?”
“No!”Wow, she’s got some gnarly imagination!“Darleen, I stuck my finger inside my pussy. Have I de-virgined myself?”
She was close to being speechless. “Okay, you did this while you were alone? Brandon was nowhere around?”
“Yes. He wasn’t around. I just did it.” I wasn’t about to tell her that he was there in my imagination. “I’ve never masturbated before, that’s why I’m asking you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you’ve never done it before, why now?”
I didn’t want her to know that Brandon was the reason. “Look, have I screwed up my virginity? It’s a simple question.”
“Did you bleed?” Darleen ran her hand just above the covers over her genital area. “You know, here?”
“No.” I hadn’t seen blood when I’d taken a shower, and there was none on my bed, either. “Does that mean my hymen is still intact?”
“Yes. Plus, your finger isn’t long enough to break it. If that were the case, the first time you used a tampon would’ve done that.” She smiled at me. “I’m glad you came to me, Ella. Looks like you’re maturing.”
“Uh-huh.” I turned to leave. “Thanks, Darleen.” Then I wanted to clarify something and turned around to find her pulling something out of a drawer. “Don’t you tell a soul about this, agreed?”
“Of course.” She held out a long white box. “Come here. I bought this last week but haven’t used it. You can have it. It’s way better than using your finger, trust me.”
Walking back to see what it was, I flipped the box open to discover a long, projectile object. “What’s this?”
“Are you serious, Ella?” she asked with an astonished expression.
“Yeah.” I pulled the wiggly thing out of the box. Shaking it, I asked. “What do you do with this?”
She reached out and took it away, then pushed a small button at the base. It began to hum. Then she pressed the tip of it against my cheek. “Feel that?”
“It vibrates.” I took it from her, looking it over.
“It’s a vibrator.” Darleen confided. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
I tried to close my hand around it, yet it was too big. “Use it to massage your body! My body has been aching. This could help. I guess.”
Putting it against my arm, I looked at my sister who said, “It goes between your legs, Ella.”
I pulled my nighty up to put it between my legs. “Like this?”
“Ella! For God’s sakes!” Darleen grabbed the vibrator and turned it off. “It’s a dildo—a fake dick. It goes in your vagina. God, are you really that naïve?”
I couldn’t believe she’d given me that! Aghast, I said, “That would certainly take my virginity away, Darleen! I should’ve never come to you about this.” I turned to leave, dismayed.
“Ella, it’s not the same thing. Come here, you fool. Take this! Experiment with it,” she suggested as I walked hastily toward the door.
“No way. I’m not spoiling myself with that. Yuck!” Shuddering, I opened the door. “You’re so gross, Darleen!”
“Wait,” she interrupted. “Ella, look at me!”
With my hand on my hip: “What?”
“Start thinking about birth control. If you’re experimenting now, you may find yourself wanting to actually have sex,” she said. “And that’s perfectly natural. But be on some type of contraception. I’ll make an appointment for you tomorrow at my clinic. Be careful with things like this!”
