I capture her hand, give it a squeeze. “Come on, since when were you not able to tell me something embarrassing.”
“This is different.”
“Different than the night you threw up in your hair and I had to put you in the shower.” The flu had come upon her fast, and I had to strip her to her underwear and climb into the sh
ower with her to get her clean. “What about the night you peed your pants because you drank too many energy drinks at the outdoor concert, and the line up to the bathrooms were a mile long.” She groans, and I continue with, “How about the night—”
She puts her hand up, palm out. “Fine, fine. I don’t need to be reminded of every screw up.” She sets her beer on the nightstand, and watches the screen a moment longer before finally saying, “I think there is something wrong with my body.” A loud moan from my computer speaker fills the room, and we both watch as the guy inserts his fingers into the girl’s pussy, and she belts out a cry. Overacting much? “The only time I orgasm is when I touch myself. No guy has ever been able to do it for me. I think there’s something wrong with me.”
I nearly swallow my tongue as I visualize her hands on her body.
I take a deep breath, let it out slowly and hope I don’t sound like I’d just eaten a bucket of nails when I ask, “So you’re telling me no guy has really satisfied you? Has never taken the time to learn your body, learn your likes and dislikes?”
“I guess not.”
Okay, Luke, here’s your chance to change her view of you, and get her to see you as more. If what I have in mind doesn’t change the way she looks at me, and she just thinks I’m helping her out, I have less of a chance of ruining our friendship.
Here goes nothing.
“Have you ever told a guy what you liked?”
She shakes her head. “God, no.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, Luke. I guess I just don’t know how to say all the dirty things I’m thinking.”
She thinks dirty things?
“Then do you show him?” I ask.
“Show him?
“You know, when he does something you like, you moan in response, or you know…grab his head and hold him between your legs when he’s licking you just right.”
She takes in a fast breath. “Ah, no, not really.”
“Look, Katee, there is nothing wrong with you. You just need to give a few nonverbal clues if you’re not comfortable saying what you like.” I tap my head. “We catch on quick. We’re not all thick up here.”
She reaches for her beer and takes a big drink as the characters on screen shift positions.
“Nonverbal clues huh?”
My heart beats a little faster as the girl on screen takes the man’s cock in her throat, giving him her best porn star blowjob. “We can practice, if you like,” I suggest. “I can teach you how to show a man what you need in bed. I can show you how good it can really be.”
She rolls her eyes, and whacks my stomach. “Yeah, right.”
I grab her hand, hold it in mine, until her gaze flicks my way. “I’m serious, Katee.”
“What…what about Ari?”
“We’re over,” I say bluntly
“I’m sure it’s just temporary—”
“I’m a free man. I can do anything I want, and what I want is to show you what to expect in bed.”
She blinks once, twice, the smile falling from her sweet mouth. “Really?”