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Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.
Autumn: Lol, I’m game if you are.
My breath freezes in my chest. Like I can’t even remember how to breathe. Aren’t I supposed to do that automatically?
Given the way all the blood in my body seems to be surging toward my dick, giving me the biggest hard on in my life, I’d say yeah, I’m game.
Me: I guess I didn’t realize that was an option
Don’t most girls hate anal? I feel like that’s what I’ve heard, anyway. That the girls in porn who act like it’s the best are just that—acting. I mean, they fake everything else, don’t they?
Autumn: I take my duties as your sex coach very seriously, young man. Nearly everything is an option
Ho-lee shit. I can’t believe she just said that.
Me: Nearly everything?
Autumn: Lol, well, everything I assume you’d be interested in. But maybe you’re kinkier than I previously thought … is there something in particular you have in mind that you want to try? Do we need to sit down and have a more detailed discussion of hard and soft limits?
Oh my god, just the memory of our first conversation where she probed the extent of my experience and interests has my cheeks burning again.
Me: Not that I can think of. I mean, just the usual stuff.
Autumn: Minus vaginal sex due to pregnancy risk
Me: Right. Yeah.
I mean, sure, I’d love to. But just thinking about accidentally getting Autumn pregnant makes me start to hyperventilate. Especially after our conversation about how we’re not dating and developing feelings is out of the question. Even now she’s subtly—or maybe not so subtly—reminding me of our roles here. She’s the “sex coach.” I’m the … what? Student? Trainee? Both of those sound ridiculous, but I guess pick one and apply it to me. If she’s the coach, I’m the trainee.
Forcing a deep breath, I calm down. Unlike my usual experience with coaches, she’s not telling me I have to do any specific act. She’s merely restating a previously defined boundary.
Autumn: That’s why I thought anal might be good. No pregnancy risk, and you still get something besides oral or a hand job. As fun as those can be, don’t get me wrong, variety is nice.
A laugh splutters out of me at her commentary. As though I might get bored with what we’ve been doing? Ha.
Still, I appreciate that she wants to broaden my horizons as far as I’m willing to go. And she seems to be okay with me not wanting to do anything that will risk pregnancy.
It’s nice to know that there are options. That there are women who are okay with those options, too. Maybe I could find a girlfriend who’s okay with just fooling around like I’ve been doing with Autumn. Or … maybe anal? Since apparently not all women object to that.
Though the thought of being with anyone else makes me sad. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to move on once Autumn ends things between us. Because it’ll definitely be her ending things. Not me.
I will say that I’m learning a hell of a lot from Autumn. And not all of it is anything she set out to specifically teach me, either.
Me: Okay. I’m game.
Autumn: Perfect. See you Wednesday
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Autumn
Ellie gives me a look as she follows Piper and Dani out of the house.
“What?” I ask in exasperation. I thought we’d moved past this.
She shakes her head, pausing in the open door. It’s cooler today for the first time in a while. Smoky as hell—yay forest fire season—and it’s blocking the sun from getting to us. But they’re predicting rain this weekend, which will be good.
“I’m just worried, is all,” she says quietly.
