“You know what? I’m going to take you up on that room-pass now.” I immediately stood up and walked up the stairs, ignoring her cackling laughter. I shut the door and sat by the window, resorting back to far more entertaining thoughts of sex.
It was ten times better than I thought it would be, and I couldn’t wait to tell someone else about it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to focus on anything else at school this week because I was going to need to have sex in my life a lot more often to cling to this current feeling.
“Can you stop smiling like that?” Arizona threw a pillow at my face. “You’re giving it all away.”
“So, you believe me now?”
“After seeing you sit there with that dumbass grin on your face for over five minutes?” She plopped onto her bed. “Yeah. I have no choice.”
“Sorry, I can’t help it.” I walked over and plopped down right next to her. “It was so great.”
“Who was it? Erica? Adriane?”
“Amber,” I said. “We did it at her place Sunday afternoon while her parents were at a BBQ.”
“How classy.”
“We did it more than once, too.”
“You’re lying! There’s no way…”
“Oh, young and unworldly, Ari…When thou hast experienced the wonder of the body, thou shall be able to effortlessly relate to the need and insatiability of bodily desires.”
“So you do pay attention in Literature class?” She laughed and placed a wrapped brownie onto my chest. “I knew she was a pedophile…”
“She’s only three years older than us.”
“Whatever…” She rolled her eyes. “Who else knows?”
“No one.” I hadn’t told any of my guy friends yet—Josh was still serving out a suspension for skipping school last week, so Ari was my first call.
“What did it feel like?” she asked.
“Apple pie.”
“I’m being serious.” She rolled over on her side. “What did it feel like?”
“Good.” I swallowed. “Really, really good…But…”
“But what?”
“You know how in all those dumbass chick-flicks you make me watch, when the actors have sex and they look into each other’s eyes and act like their world has just changed forever?”
“Yeah?”
“It wasn’t like that at all.”
“Really?”
“Really…” I shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s like the best feeling ever in life—especially when I first thrust inside of her and felt how tight her—”
“Ugh. Please spare me the grisly details…”
“Okay, okay.” I laughed and turned on my side to face her. “It’s really, really amazing, Ari. But if it’s supposed to be anything like the movies, then I must be missing something.”
“Or, maybe you did it wrong?”
“No.” I laughed harder. “I definitely didn’t do it wrong.”
“What about in the pornos then? Was it anything like that?”
“You watch porn? Since when?”
“Since…a while ago.” She pulled out her phone. “PornMD.com.”
“No, no, no.” I took her phone and shook my head. “You have to use pornhub.com. It links to all the best sites, and its way better organized.” I typed up the website. “What category do you normally watch? Amateur?”
“Hardcore, actually.”
“You’re kidding me...”
“I’m not.” She looked genuine. “We watched a ton of them at Lisa Jane’s party last month. I watch them like twice a week now. I think I might be addicted.”
“A virgin addicted to porn?” I rolled my eyes. “I think I’ve heard it all now. You’re just going through a phase.”
She scooted close to me as I hit play on a video: “Double D Lila Gets Pounded by Huge Cock.”
“Of all the videos you could’ve picked…” She sighed.
“This was under the hardcore category, thank you very much.” I turned up the volume.
Onscreen, there was no attempt to even create a storyline. The blond model stripped out of her white T-shirt and spread her legs atop a desk as a guy wearing a “Vitamin D” shirt stroked his cock a few times.
“Can’t wait to pound that *, babe,” he said, winking at the camera. “You have such a beautiful and slick *.”
Ari and I laughed.
Vitamin D grabbed Lila’s hips and bent her over a chair, slapping her ass a few times before slipping his cock inside of her.
“Do you think her boobs are real?” Ari tilted her head to the side as Lila’s breasts bounced up and down, as Vitamin D pounded into her again and again.
“Nope. They’re silicone. See how the skin around the boob doesn’t move? How they keep their perfect too-good-to-be-true shape? It’s definitely silicone.”
“That is hands-down, the worst explanation I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s the truth. Next time you take a shower just jump up and down in the mirror and compare how your boobs—what little you have of them anyway, move compared to hers.”
“I’ll definitely let you know. What about her butt?”
“Arizona! Carter!” Her mom called up the steps and I exited the site, handing the phone back to Arizona. “Both of you come down here and help me put up the groceries! And yes, Carter, you’re required to help since you eat your fair share of them every week!”