Fuck no!

“Hell, I can make a woman feel better than you can even imagine!”

The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about them. That kind of bravado was probably not the right response for someone trying to both stay on Traci’s good side and avoid some of the teasing that Jessie and Marisa were getting. But at the same time, I was an 11th grade guy and she’d just insulted my sexual prowess. How else could I have responded?

I think Jessie and Marisa were a little surprised by this exchange. They teased me pretty often about my lack of game, but they’d never implied that once I had a girl I wouldn’t know what to do with her, so they’d never gotten such a sharp response from me. They immediately looked at Traci, curious how she’d respond to my challenge.

Traci didn’t disappoint. “Mike, Mike, Mike,” she said softly. “Do you really think you’re the expert on female sexuality in the room? OK then, hot shot, here’s a pop quiz for you: Let’s say that hypothetically I was actually pretty turned on by walking in on you and Jessica before. How would you handle me right now, oh Sex God?” Her blue eyes blazed into mine as she spoke, and the flash of heat I saw in them convinced me that this wasn’t really so hypothetical.

Shit shit and shit, I thought to myself, trying to take stock of a situation that was spiraling rapidly out of control. I’ve got a blonde hottie who’s genuinely turned on by walking in on me trying to grope her younger sister’s tits. Even weirder, she’s pulling the same stunt her sister was pulling an hour ago, trying to intimidate me by ratcheting up the sexual tension. Except the key difference is, this time it’s working.

I really was feeling intimidated. I knew she wasn’t actually asking me to DO anything, just to describe something. If Marisa really had been lost in sexual fantasies a minute earlier, I could tell the mood in the room was right for it. But brave words to the contrary, I didn’t have much experience with girls--the most I’d ever done was some heavy petting and gotten a few blow jobs.

I didn’t know if it was because Traci was older, because she was a better judge of people, or maybe just because she was right about most guys being clueless in the sack, but for whatever reason, she had me pegged. I just didn’t know what the right answer was.

Was it kissing her? Did I need to get into foreplay with a foot message or something? Did women like it when you played with their tits, or was that just a guy thing? I had never been sure. Hell, maybe I should just be a tough guy and say I’d nail her from behind, right then and there!