Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
She clamps her mouth shut.
“If you cannot give yourself an orgasm, you cannot expect one from someone else. Same sex, opposite sex. I don’t care who it is. If you don’t know how to get yourself there, you can’t ever show someone else how to do it.”
“That actually makes sense,” Millie says.
“I know. And girls, this is the most important part. Always, always make sure you get your orgasm first.”
Millie raises her hand like we’re in school and I’m not some random mom driving her and her friend home after getting caught doing naughty things with boys.
“But what if—”
“There are no buts, Millie. There are zero buts. Men always reach the big O. Every single damn time. And they get there a hell of a lot faster than we do most of the time. If they can’t bother to take care of you before they take care of themself then they aren’t worth your time or energy.”
The girls look at each other. “My mom would never talk about this with me,” Claire says.
“Well, I’m not your mom, and let me assure you that my daughter usually turns fifty shades of red when I talk about this stuff with her, but you know what she’ll never settle for?”
“Not having an orgasm first?”
“Correct. She’ll never end up with a guy who won’t put in the effort. And learning how to push a woman’s buttons takes effort and practice and time.” I’m on a roll now and I can’t decide if Violet would be proud of me or if she’d die of embarrassment. Either way, I’ll leave a lasting impression on these girls.
“I take a really long time to have an orgasm,” Claire admits.
“What’s a really long time?”
“I don’t know. Like ten minutes maybe?” She wrings her hands.
“Pfft. Ten minutes is nothing. Just because a guy can jizz in two minutes, which isn’t something to brag about FYI, doesn’t mean your ten-minute build up is a long time. Foreplay should take time. Sure, sometimes it’s just about the quick and dirty, like when he’s looking his best and your whole night has been one giant foreplay session of innocent touches and stolen kisses and him whispering all the naughty things he wants to do to you once you’re alone—” I crack a window.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Claire shrieks and then slaps a hand over her mouth.
Millie looks at her like she’s sprouted a second head. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“We totally cockblocked you and Buck’s dad, didn’t we?” Claire looks horrified.
“Yes, honey, you did, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make.”
Millie wrinkles her nose. “Thinking about parents doing it is weird.”
“Mr. Butterson is hot,” Claire says.
Millie looks scandalized. “Ew. He’s old.”
“Careful throwing that word around unless you want to walk the rest of the way home,” I threaten. I don’t mean it, obviously. I wouldn’t make teen girls walk home at night in the dark.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re old,” Millie backtracks. “You look like maybe you’re thirty, but then that would mean you had your daughter at fourteen and that’s really, really young.”
“I’m thirty-seven. I had my daughter when I was twenty-one, which is still young to have a kid, especially when the dad ends up being a waste of air.” I wave a hand around. “Back to the point, though, ten minutes is not a long time, and you are doing yourself and the guy you’re with a huge disservice if you don’t help him help you get there. And do not, I repeat, do not ever fake an orgasm. No one wins. Especially not you.”
The GPS tells me to turn right in half a mile.
“Wait! Go straight! Don’t go right.” Claire grabs the back of the passenger seat. “I’m not ready to go home yet. Can we take you out for coffee or ice cream or something? There’s a really awesome café a couple miles down the road and I have so many questions. Unless you’re planning to meet up with Mr. Butterson after you drop us off?”
Claire is way too curious for her own good.
And while the idea of rendezvousing with Sidney is intriguing, it’s almost better that this happened. It means prolonging the anticipation. And forcing us to see each other again before we get naked together. Which wouldn’t have been entirely gratifying since his son may have come home in the middle. It was a terribly thought-out plan.
“I have to pick my daughter up in an hour. We can hit the café.”
Forty minutes and a decaf almond milk latte later, I drop the girls off at Millie’s house, armed with all sorts of girl power, and drive to Michael’s house. I have messages from Sidney, asking if I made it home more than half an hour ago.
Skye: Just dropped them off and I’m picking up my daughter, I’ll fill you in once I’m home. Hope the chat with the boys went okay. Dinner was lovely. X