Page 11 of More Than a Friend
As I come out of the bathroom, I realize Ava is already under the covers, so I shut off the light and tuck myself in.
“Thank you for today,” Ava whispers into the quiet darkness of the room.
“No need to thank me, Aves. You know I love spending time with you.”
Ava doesn’t say anything else, so I assume she’s asleep.
I close my eyes and try to turn my brain off so I can go to sleep, too, but Ava shifts and rolls to face me, whispering my name.
I roll over so I’m facing her as well, but I can barely make out the slope of her nose in the darkness.
“Something on your mind, Aves?” I ask quietly.
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about how…inexperiencedI am in certain aspects of my life, and I was thinking…”
“Thinking… what?” I prompt.
“Will you teach me?”
I swear my heart leaps into my throat.
Surely she’s not suggesting…
“Teach you what? How to flirt? I can do that, even though I think you’d be fine on your?—”
“No, not how to flirt,” she cuts me off and takes a deep breath. “I want you to show me how to pleasure a woman. I don’t want to fumble and embarrass myself on my first time.”
My tongue feels so dry it sticks to the roof of my mouth. This isnotwhat I was expecting her to say. Is she being serious? Or is she just saying it because she’s drunk?
“I think you’ll be fine,” I manage to say. “If you know what you like, you’ll be able to figure out what your partner likes fairly quickly.”
There’s a long moment of silence before Ava’s wobbly voice whispers, “I don’t know what I like.”
“Shea never…?”
“Not very often, and I always felt like I was taking too long when he did. I always faked it.”
“Your husband of six years never made you come?” I can’t hide the irritation in my tone.
“No, he did... Sometimes. Just not with oral. But he’s the only sexual partner I’ve ever had, and it feels daunting to date when I don’t know what I’m doing in the bedroom.”
“Are you only asking me because you’re drunk?”
“No. I’m asking you because I trust you.”
Dammit.
“Tell you what, you sleep on it, and if you still feel this way in the morning, we’ll talk about it.”
Ava sighs. “Okay. Thank you. Goodnight, Sky.”
“Goodnight, Aves.”
I hope she doesn’t remember it in the morning. I hope this is just some drunken idea that will blow over and we’ll never speak about it again.
Because I know I’d say yes. I’d say yes even if I can’t have Ava in a romantic capacity forever. But having her for just a minute?
It would be a fucking dream come true. Being the first woman she’ll ever touch? Being the first woman to get to touch her? You never forget your first. Which means she’d always remember our time together.
