hurts the first few strokes.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Grace said. “Gideon has never hurt me when he’s -”
“Nope!” Kira said. “Nope, don’t you dare say it, Gracie.”
Grace laughed. “Sorry, honey. Anyway, it isn’t supposed to hurt, Addie. Did it hurt with Harrison every time?”
“Yes,” Addie said. “Not for very long but it was always a little painful at first.”
“Okay, so I don’t have much experience,” Kira said, “but the only time it hurt for me was the first time Connor and I had sex. After that, it didn’t hurt at all. Connor’s a damn good size, so, like, how big are Harrison and Preacher’s dicks?”
“Well, Harrison was average size, I think,” Addison said, “and I told you, I didn’t actually see Preacher’s. He did feel bad about it. Harrison never seemed to notice that it hurt. But Preacher stopped moving immediately and touched me until I had an orgasm.”
“Okay, Preacher has moved off my hit list,” Grace said.
Addison rolled her eyes. “He didn’t mean to hurt me. Honestly, even if he had done more to make me ready, it would have hurt.”
“Are you going to give him another opportunity to test your theory?” Kira asked.
“No, of course not,” Addison said. “I keep telling you – it’s a one-time thing. Besides, he won’t want to sleep with me again. I couldn’t stop talking the whole damn time.”
Kira blinked at her. “Talking about what?”
“The weather?” Grace said.
Addison swatted her on the arm. “I wasn’t talking about the weather. Look, when I was with Harrison, once he was, um, inside of me, he didn’t touch me or try and make me climax. He just did his thing and we were done.”
“Selfish bastard,” Grace said.
“Well, I usually had an orgasm before we started having sex,” Addie said.
“Usually?” Grace scowled at her. “What percentage?”
“What?”
“How often did you have an orgasm with Harrison?”
“God, I don’t know,” Addie said. “What does it matter?”
“Throw out a number,” Grace said.
“Fine!” Addison scowled at the table for a moment. “I’d say at least forty percent of the time.”
Both Grace and Kira made identical groans of dismay.
“What?” Addie said.
“Honey, if you’re not having an orgasm every time, he’s not doing it right,” Grace said.
“You watch too many romance movies,” Addison said.
Grace rolled her eyes. “Get back to the ‘you couldn’t stop talking’ part.”
Addison traced the worn wood of Kira’s kitchen table, the years long habit of not sharing intimate details still a difficult one to break.
“Honey,” Kira reached out and squeezed her arm, “if you don’t want to tell us, you don’t have to. We know you don’t like to share this kind of stuff.”
“No, Harrison didn’t like me to share it,” Addison said.
“I’m beginning to understand why,” Grace said. “That guy is such an asshole.”
“Anyway, I want to share, I’m just… it feels weird and a bit embarrassing, I guess. Especially after what I said to Preacher.”
“Oh, now you have to tell us,” Grace said.
“Gracie!” Kira squeezed Addie’s arm again. “You don’t have to tell us, honey.”
“I want to.” She took a deep breath. “So, um, Preacher was already inside of me and I hadn’t come yet but I wasn’t that upset about it or anything. Except, then he started touching me and the combination of that and his, um, penis felt so good that I kind of lost my mind and started babbling. I mean, I couldn’t shut up. It was so embarrassing. I kept telling him that it felt really good and begging him to keep going. I mean I was literally begging!”
Her embarrassment was at an all time high, but she dropped her gaze to the table and kept talking. “I actually felt like I might die if he stopped and I didn’t have an orgasm. How stupid is that? I didn’t shut up once the whole time he was, um, screwing me. Half the time I was pleading for him not to stop and then the other half of the time I was telling him he was big. I even told him that I… oh God this is humiliating… I’d never had anything so big in me before.”
She was still staring at the table and when there was only silence, she lifted her head. Kira had herself under better control, but Grace’s face was so red, and her body was shaking so violently that Addie thought she might have a stroke.
“It’s not funny!” she said.
The laughter spilled out of Grace. “Oh honey, it’s awesome. It’s like you were auditioning for a bad porn movie.”
She bent over and