It’s perfect.
It’s for me.
When I open my eyes, all three men are watching me curiously.
“That was perfect,” Eli says.
“That was beautiful,” Matthew agrees.
“That was her first orgasm,” Benjamin says, and his eyes narrow at me.
Shit.
Was it that obvious that I’m completely new at this?
I blush furiously, and I shake my head.
“No,” I say, blatantly lying.
“Fuck,” Eli says. “Why haven’t you had an orgasm before?”
Should I tell them?
I mean, should I actually admit this to them?
Should I tell them that their brave little warrior was ashamed and scared and honestly, totally lame?
Or should I tell them that I was never alone?
I never had time to try any of those things?
Edna’s daughters had no problem sneaking off with boys from the village, but I...
Everyone stayed far away from me, and I guess now I know why. Even though I didn’t know it, I was an outcast. A weirdo.
But I’m not an outcast here. When I look up at the three men – my men – I realize that each one of them actually wants to know why I’ve never come before. Every one of them wants to know exactly what I’ve gone through and why I am the way that I am.
They really, truly want to know.
Shouldn’t I be brave enough to trust them with my secret?
Should I be bold enough to tell them exactly why?
“Okay,” I whisper. “It was my first one.”
“Why?” Benjamin asks.
“Because nobody in Eagleton liked me very much.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself,” Matthew points out in a gentle way, and he’s right.
“I tried a few times,” I admit, blushing again. My legs are spread and I can feel how slick my thighs are right now, but I’m blushing over my masturbation history.
Go figure.
“What happened?” Eli asks.
“Nothing.”