Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Uh, I need to use the bathroom,” I murmured just as Matt started to lead me toward the counter to order.
“What do you want me to order for you?”
“Ice cream is fine,” I said, letting go of his hand and hurrying to the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet and peed. When I wiped, there was no blood and none on my underwear like Heather said she had after her first time.
As soon as I opened the stall door to wash my hands, Heather was in my face, grabbing my shoulders. “Did you do it? Tell me everything. Oh my god, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were thinking of doing it. Was it good? Did he go down on you? Tell me!”
I lowered my head to make sure there wasn’t anyone in the other stall. Thankfully, there wasn’t.
Pulling away from her hold on me, I washed my hands, feeling her gaze at my reflection in the mirror. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course,” she said while I dried my hands and turned toward her.
I wrinkled my nose and whispered, “I hated it.”
Heather’s smile fell off her face, leaving a blank expression in its place. She blinked several times. “W-what do you mean? Like … sure, it hurt a little. But hate is a strong word. Did you …” She widened her eyes and slanted her head in a game of charades.
Orgasm.
Maintaining my grimace, I slowly shook my head.
“I mean, did he try to …” Again, she let me fill in the blank.
I kept shaking my head.
“Did you tell him?”
“No!” I whisper-yelled, running my hands through my hair. “I faked it, and he was so happy, telling me how much he loved me and that we could end up getting married after all. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.”
Heather’s face mirrored mine—totally cringed. “Dude, it couldn’t have been that bad. I mean, how do you withstand wearing a tampon or Matt putting his finger in you?”
I averted my gaze and swallowed.
“Oh. My. God. Sarah, look at me!”
I forced myself to look at her.
“Matt hasn’t fingered you?”
Biting my lower lip, I shook my head. Why did she ask me that? Had he ever fingered me, I would have told her. We told each other everything—almost everything.
“But you wear tampons, right?”
Again, I shook my head.
“Oh my god, are you totally serious?”
I nodded.
“You wear a pad? Yuck.”
I shrugged. “My mom doesn’t want me to get toxic shock syndrome.”
Okay, I didn’t tell her everything. Some things were too embarrassing—like TSS.
“No way.” She laughed. “You have to leave it in for like days. That’s so gross. Wearing a pad is like wearing a diaper. How embarrassing. And how am I your best friend and just now finding out about this?”
I had no response. It wasn’t just my pads that were embarrassing; my whole situation in the lower region was embarrassing.
“So, what has been inside of you down there?”
“Nothing.”
Again, Heather responded with only a few blinks. “Sarah,” she whispered with a sympathetic frown.
A woman and her young child came into the bathroom, so I tossed the paper towel and led the way out. “What did you do with Isaac?” I asked, walking as slowly as possible to the table.
“Not much. The movie stopped twenty minutes into it; there was some issue with the film, so we left.”
“Were you really watching the movie?” I murmured with a smile as Matt glanced up from the table across from Isaac.
“I mean, we kissed. Or I kissed him. It was weird. I don’t think he’s interested in me,” she said five feet from the table, so I couldn’t ask any follow-up questions like why she would kiss someone who smoked and impregnated women only to have to drive them to Planned Parenthood.
Never mind that he tried to get a minor drunk on Easter Sunday.
Matt was all smiles, eating his burger and fries. I sat next to him and tried not to look at Isaac because I knew that while we were in the bathroom, Matt told him we had sex.
“What’s going on here?” Isaac asked.
When no one else answered, I glanced up at him since he was sitting across from me. He nodded to my vanilla ice cream cone that was upside down in a cup with a spoon.
“Her teeth are sensitive to cold, so she can’t eat ice cream cones before they melt everywhere, so she gets them like this,” Matt said because he knew me so well.
“Why not just get ice cream in a cup without the cone?” Isaac asked before bringing his straw to his lips.
“Because I like the cone,” I said, spooning ice cream into my mouth while flipping the spoon over so it hit my tongue first. This gave me more control over keeping it away from my teeth until it warmed up a little.