“Go slow if you’re not used to it,” Trish warned him.
“I’m okay. I just don’t know... I mean, I kind of wish Jamal was here to tell me what to do next. I don’t know how this is supposed to work. I’ve never...”
His words were a jumbled mess, but it finally occurred to Trish what he was trying to say. “Oh my goodness, you’re a virgin.”
Slouching into a nearby chair, he asked, “What was your first clue?”
Trish’s heart filled with gushy warmth. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Merton. We’re all virgins at one time or another.”
“But by twenty-three most people have usually done it once or twice.”
“Yeah... once or twice.” A smirk grew across Trish’s lips as she thought way, way back to her late teens and early twenties. The backseat fumbles, sneaking through bedroom windows after dark
