“Clit talk?” I repeated and then shook my head. “We’re not naming our conversations about your sexual disappointmentsclit talk.”
“What about clit conversations? There’s some alliteration there.”
I laughed. “Still no.”
“You’re changing the subject.” She put her hands out in front of her. “Stop me when I get to the length.”
She started small and then got bigger. Her eyes did too.
“There,” I said eventually.
“Holy hell, Grace!” She was nearly yelling. “You should have told me!”
“It was your moody time of the year.”
“So? I wanna hear about you getting fucked by a monster cock. Was it good?”
“Of course it was.”
“Then why do you look so bummed?” she asked.
I winced and looked down. “It was a one-night stand.”
“Right, and?”
“And I got attached,” I muttered.
Her face fell. “Oh. Yeah, that’s a problem.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing. I felt something and he didn’t. He warned me he would want nothing more.”
“I could still cut him.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll be fine. Once I get over all of this ... weirdness I’m feeling.”
“Weirdness?” she asked slowly.
“I can call my feelings what I want, Jade.”
“No, no. It’s not that. I’m just thinking ...” She trailed off. “You feel weird after a one-night stand?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s because of how it ended.”
“But you used protection, right?”
“We did.” And then I remembered the dressing room. “The first time. The second time, he pulled out.”
“Um ...” She tilted her head to the side.
“And I had a period after.”
That should have stopped all of her curiosity, but even I couldn’t deny the bubble of uncertainty that was growing deep in my gut.
“How soon after?”
“Right after.”
“Was it normal?”