“I don’t remember that being on the lease,” Todd added, with a wink.
“Small print. So tiny ya can’t see it.” I replied.
“So, onto you and your ‘tales of woe’,” Chase says.
“Okay.” I shuffle myself closer to Chase. “I have only had one full on lover and he said I was a pretty bad lover. I thought he was just being bitter when we broke up, but then when I have gone passed first base with other guys I have either had radio silence afterwards or, they tell me I can’t give blow jobs right. The guy I dated last, a fellow Realtor from Greens said I was the reason he couldn’t get it up.”
“That’s bullshit. My dick often goes stiff in your presence, Haley.” Chase added.
“Chase. For God’s sake.” Todd said.
He shrugged. “It’s true. Yours does too, tell her.”
I held my hand up. “That’s okay, Todd.” I leaned over and hugged Chase. “But thank you, Chase, for trying to help.”
“See, now you made it happen again.”
I looked at him horrified and moved a little further away.
“Joking! Oh, girl you are so cute. Seriously, these guys who you have been dating. They are losers. They are making it up to cover their own failings.”
I shook my head. “Maybe, but there is truth in it. Kayla had me demonstrate a blow job on a bottle. I was hopeless. You should have seen their faces. Complete disbelief. She told Tiffany that she had to teach me with either bananas or dildos. I chose bananas and I bought my own because you never know what is happening around their apartment.” I pulled a face.
“So, what happened?” Chase asked.
“I still suck at blow jobs and I now hate bananas.”
“Oh girl, you need to get some proper practice. You can’t learn how to suck a guy off on a banana. Our man parts aren’t fruit, although my ass is kinda peachy.” Chase added.
“She wanted to come watch a film being made.” Todd said, “to learn.”
“We will take you to watch one sometime but that is not how you learn. Now, here take my beer bottle, show me. It can’t have been that bad.”
I took the bottle from him and wrapped my mouth around it like Tiff had said to do, then tried to hollow out my cheeks and suck.
“Oh my God, it’s like a puffer fish,” Chase exclaimed.
“I told you. I suck at sucking.” I yelled. Then I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I sat back on my own bed, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. I had done my damnedest to be a good girl my whole life. Never did drugs, passed my exams by studying hard. I deserved to be able to have a damn good fucking. It wasn’t fair. My rabbit made me feel things my first boyfriend, Liam never had, so I knew there was more out there to experience. I just needed to do it. Maybe I would have to ask Henry for a membership to Club S. I could wear a mask and ask men if I could suck their cocks. At least if I was useless at it they would not see my face and hey, practice made perfect, right? I decided that after work that next day I would ask Tiffany if she was still in touch with Henry and to get me a membership card.
The next morning I apologized to the guys. I hoped I hadn’t put them off as tenants by being such a girl. I grabbed a coffee in my takeout cup, stuck a slice of toast in between my teeth and headed out for Green’s. I was hoping to get a good bonus this month as there was a pair of five inch Ferragamo’s with my name on them. When you’re short like me, heels are everything and these were everything and more. They were a high heel pump with a black ankle strap and a see-through mesh body with a matching trim.
I headed through the door of the office. Green’s was a glass-fronted building located on 7th Avenue. I said good morning to the reception staff and strolled through to my part of the large open-plan office. Deciding I needed more stimulation before I attacked the day, I went into the staff room and pressed the necessary buttons to ensure a perfect latte emerged from the expensive coffee machine in situ.
“Morning, Haley.” I turned around to see Malcolm had just come in. Malcolm of the disastrous ‘I can’t get it up it’s your fault,’ date.
“Malcolm,” I said tersely. I really didn’t want to speak to him.
“Haley.” He walked in front of me so I had no choice but to look at him. He was around five feet ten, slim built, with ash-blond hair and green eyes. His eyes were nice, they looked kindly, which kinda sucked. That’s why I had said yes to a date. Shame he was an asshole.
“Sorry, do you want to get to the coffee machine?” I grabbed my drink and backed away.
“No.” He placed a hand on my arm. “I wanted to apologize. For when we went out. I was an idiot and not a gentleman. I was embarrassed, you know. I-I’ve never had that happen to me before. So I blamed you. It was bad form and I’m sorry. I’m also sorry it has taken me so long to come and apologize to you.”
“It hurt me, Malcolm. I felt embarrassed too. Like I was less of a woman you know.”
“That’s how I felt Haley, less of a man. I really am so, so sorry. Please, could I take you out again?”