Well, okay then. “We’re going to make it a really bad dare.”
“I’ll make sure I’m ready.”
“Worst sex story?” O asks, forcing us away from the subject and looking at me for an answer. Doesn’t take me long to find it.
“Three exes back, relationship lasted about a year. We had a nice thing going, like everything in the relationship seemed to be going right. Except we didn’t have any spark in the bedroom. And I thought I could handle that, because everything else was so perfect. Then, one time, he was going down on me, and I fell asleep…”
“Please tell me you broke it off after that?” O says, scrunching his face.
“Yeah, it was kind of a red flag. For both of us. I think I broke his ego so thoroughly it’s still not fully healed. But to be fair, he wasn’t that bad, I was just really tired.”
“Stop defending him, I could wake you up in the middle of the night during your REM sleep and you still wouldn’t fall back asleep again. He just sucked,” Dean says with a kind of smugness, because he did wake me up in the middle of the night a few nights back and I definitely did not fall back asleep again.
“I wish he’d sucked,” I mumble without thinking, earning me a round of laughter. Yeah, that sex was just bad.
“First time was the worst,” Gil answers as he sits back and leans against the wall, pulling one knee up on the armrest. “Girl thought that because my parents own a BDSM establishment, I’d be some kind of all knowing sex God. But I was just a scrawny teenager who got to be with a girl the first time. So I lasted about two minutes and then she chewed me out for not performing up to par.”
“Wow, that’s exactly what everyone wants to hear after their first time,” Dean says. “It’s a wonder your ego managed to heal.”
“Well, I love a good challenge.”
I snort. I think that girl will have to eat her words if she knows how he turned out. I keep getting surprised at how vanilla most of his stories and experiences are. Somehow my head still seems to think that because he has done a lot of things, that means he must do those things all the time. Which just isn’t true. He just has a wide selection of options in the sex department.
“You?” Gil asks O. O has never had a real relationship, but from what I’ve heard a lot of one night stands. Which is absolutely not making me jealous. Nope. Na-ah. But he must have a pretty wide selection of worst sex experiences.
“I, uh, said a wrong name once.”
That’s not so bad, now is it?
“Tell her the whole story, bro,” Dean says.
“I called one of the first girls I ever slept with, Morgan.” My head snaps in his direction. What? He doesn’t look me in the eye. “You were with your first boyfriend, you still lived here and I was still royally obsessed with you. So I kind of, well, thought about you and then said the wrong name.”
Oh. Oh, poor girl. I don’t know how to respond to this. It is kind of flattering, I think? To my luck, Dean starts telling his own worst sex story so that I don’t have to respond to it at all.
“Well, I was with this chick once, and she got her period while we were having sex. Which isn’t something she has any control over, shit can just happen you know? Blood everywhere, the white sheets looked like a battlefield. And I just thought we’d clean everything up and we’d be fine, but she was so ashamed, she took the bloodied sheets and ran out of the apartment. Left her keys there, left her phone there. So I had to wait for her to get back, because I couldn’t close the door and I couldn’t leave it open. Her day was rough already, so I didn’t think getting robbed was something she wanted to add to her misery. I cleaned up what I could clean up and then I waited for three hours before she came back. I still have no clue what she did in those three hours, naked and bleeding on the streets, because when she got back I left without saying a word.”
Oh. My. God.
“I don’t know how to respond to that,” I whisper, half aghast. The boys all start laughing when we hear the door opening and Kellan and Jonah walk in. They’re bickering about something when they barge in. I raise my head to them, wordlessly asking what’s up.
“He’s trying to kill me,” Kellan says, out of breath.
“No, if you’d have just given up and admitted I’m the better runner, you wouldn’t be half dead now.”
“I never give up.”
“Same, so suck it up.”
I don’t know why, but somehow their bickering makes me extremely happy. Whatever all this shit is bringing us, there’s beautiful things happening as well. Now it’s just hoping and praying, that the beautiful times are going to outweigh the shitty ones.