Page 27 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Nine
Kylah
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
I’m so glad that this conversation is over the phone, because my cheeks are burning so hot, I know my face looks like a little red balloon.
This topic is too embarrassing for words. What the heck am I supposed to say to him? Do I tell him the truth, because that’s what friends do? Or should I play it off, pretend I’m not an innocent school girl who’s never even had a boy’s hand in her pants?
Ugh. Admitting this will be so humiliating. I just can’t do it.
On the other end of the line, I can hear Van rustling around, like he’s in motion. I wonder where he’s at right now. Is he sitting at his desk? Or on a chair in the corner? Or maybe on the bed. Just thinking about what he looks like sprawled out on his bed makes my girly bits tingle. I unlock my legs from my crisscross position and lay back against my headboard.
Van’s voice is low and deep.
“It’s a serious question. I’ve heard some girls don’t like it. They think it’s too intimate or makes them feel too vulnerable or something.”
“Doyoulike it?” Redirect...there, that’s good. Now I don’t have to lie about it.
Holy crap. I cannot believe that question just came out of my mouth, though. What am I thinking? Oh, right...about him and his tongue.Down there.
He clears his throat and I can hear the tension in his voice.
“Um...yeah.” There’s a level of amusement in his tone. “I like eating pussy.”
My mouth is gaping open. I’m so glad we aren’t Skyping right now. I would die. Literally, keel over and die.
“So...um, what about you? Do you enjoy giving head?”
I cough and throw my pillow over my face to bury my squeal. If Sienna were in here right now, she would be laughing her ass off at my expense. How the hell did this conversation even start?
Oh right...I was trying to prove to him that I’m a naughty girl, and not at all the sweet one he thinks I am. Even though I totally am. Now I’m doomed.
His laughter on the other end of the line has my ears perking up.
“You find this funny?”
He makes a throaty sound. “Nah...it’s kind of a turn on, actually.”
Whoa. Van is turned on? By me? Holy cow.
I’m seriously at a loss for words. I never expected in a million years having this type of conversation with Van. All our previous discussions have been on safe topics. I, of course, was curious about his relationship with Lyndsay, but we never discussed their sex life. Nor did he bring up the subject of my sex life (or lack thereof).
Now I have to get creative. What am I supposed to do, come out and admit that I’ve never even seen a dick up close and personal? I’m nearly nineteen years old. In fact, Kady’s and my birthday is coming up on December twenty-ninth. We were almost New Year’s Eve babies.
“Oh.” I say lamely.
“So, do you?”
Oh no. What’s the question? Do I what? Do I like giving head? Or do I find talking about this a turn on? Geez.
“Yes.” I admit, but have no idea really what I’m agreeing with.
“Yes, you like giving blowjobs? Or yes, you’re turned on too?”
My heart is breaking records right now at how fast it’s beating. It feels like it’s speeding down the Autobahn and has no breaks to stop it from beating out of my chest.
“Both.” My response is a whisper. Maybe if I don’t say it too loudly, the lie will be real. Because I’m sure if I had the opportunity, and really liked the guy, I’d definitely like sucking dick. A lot of girls do, so why wouldn’t I?
