Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
"Normally," Autumn said, voice a little firm, "we have a bit more structure to the discussion than this, girls," she told us, apologetic, but clearly amused by her crazy sister's rantings. "Peyt, if you can unstick Alejandro and Big Mike, I'd like to get started. In order," she added more pointedly.
"Fine, fine. But I reserve the right to butt in at any point with my very wise and hard-learned information," Peyton told her sister, sticking a fingernail under the suction of Big Mike, and it made this horrendous sucking noise as she pulled him up. "Don't be scared of Big Mike," she told us, waving him around before tucking him under her arm so she could unstick Alejandro. "Your lady cave is very stretchy."
"Peyton!"
"What? It's true. They know that. Baby bodies come out of them."
"Okay," Autumn declared, taking a deep breath, trying to find her calm as Peyton moved behind the desk, lining up all her dildos along the side of the desk before sitting beside them as prim and proper as a lady at church.
She let her sister start her preamble, something Autumn had clearly thought out long and hard, and likely given to many girls like us over the years. It was both technical and accessible, covering all the basics about the organs—in case we needed a brush up because, apparently, there was a whole world of women who didn't even know they had three holes down there—as well as various forms of birth control along with their effectiveness.
"Even if you're on the pilly, you need to wrap the willy," Peyton piped in at one point, making Autumn snort.
"She has a point, obviously," she conceded. "Most forms of birth control do not prevent STDs. So you will need to use both."
"And if a guy tries to tell you it won't fit, he's lying. I can demonstrate," she added, reaching for her purse, digging inside to produce a condom foil.
"I really don't think that will be necessary," Autumn said, trying to find patience.
"Really, it's no problem. I just have to take my hair down."
"Why on Earth do you need to take your hair down?" Autumn asked.
"To fit the condom over my head, duh," Peyton said, giving her sister raised brows.
"Oh good God. No. It's okay. I'm sure they can visualize that. Right girls?”
I, for one, would have found the actual image something priceless. But Willa spoke up, agreeing.
"Alright. Good. Moving on," Autumn said, moving onto the nitty gritty.
Starting, as her sister had mentioned earlier, with fingering and hand-jobs and dry-rubbing because they were all 'safe' and '100% guaranteed not to get you pregnant.'
My boyfriend and I had been there already.
We'd done just about everything but the actual deed itself. And I honestly couldn't tell you why I was dragging my feet about that. Almost everyone else I knew had done it well over a year ago. And he wanted it. I knew I was supposed to want it. But it just didn't feel like the time yet.
"Alright, Willa, come over here with me for a minute," Autumn demanded, leading Willa out of the room so they could have a private talk in case she had any questions she didn't want to bring up in front of anyone else.
"Okay. So what's his name?" Peyton asked, putting her elbows on the desk, framing her face with her hands.
"Michael," I told her, smiling.
"Oh, well," she said, looking over at the dildos, petting Big Mike on the head. "Don't compare him to this Mike here. Are you guys doing it yet?"
"No," I admitted, finding my Aunt Peyton possibly the easiest to talk with about it since she made sex less serious than everyone else did.
"Why not?"
"I don't know," I admitted, feeling like a weight was lifting from my shoulders to say that to someone. I didn't even say it to my best friends. "I just... it doesn't feel right yet."
"Then guess what?" she asked.
“What?"
"It isn't right," she told me, shrugging like it was the most rational conclusion.
"But I need more of a reason than that," I insisted.
"No, you actually don't. If it doesn't feel right, then it isn't right. And if someone doesn't respect that, then they can see themselves to the fucking door, right?"
"I love him."
"I bet you do. But if he loves you back, he won't push you. And if he does, then you need to be able to love yourself more than him, and walk away. I know I have been joking around a lot. But sex is a big deal. And you don't want to regret your first time.
"Do you regret your first time?"
"Regret is a funny word. A tricky one, too. No, I don't regret it. But now that I'm with someone I love a lot, I can see that maybe it would have been nice to know that first guy's full name at least," she admitted, shrugging. "I'm not telling you that sex is only good when you love someone. That's bullshit. Sex can be amazing with a complete stranger. But I have always felt ready for it. I have always known I wanted it. That's the difference. Until you feel that way, I would encourage you to wait."