It's not cheating if they just talk.

It isn't cheating to talk. Talking to another girl doesn't dictate cheating.

...

It doesn't.

It's not cheating.

"What would you have wanted to do if we were fooling around?"

She was silent for more than a minute. For a while. She let out a sigh. "I'm a virgin, okay? Most of my experience is...with just porn. I mean, I've kissed guys and stuff a-and I...I saw a penis, but I don't know. Should I have put out?"

"Hey, Steph?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever tell a boy here in college that you're a virgin."

"What? Why not?"

"Literally you will be so tired of thirsty messages within the first twenty minutes of you telling the first boy it won't even be funny."

She sighed again, frustrated. "So if a guy I'm interested in or dating asks, do I lie?"

"If it's better to, yes. Once they hear you're a virgin? Most boys are into being a girl's first. They crave it. They're savages at heart. It'll go from sweet, kind guy to 'I want to put my dick inside of her so fast' in literally no time."

"So...but what if they, like, ask me to mess around? If I've had sex then I guess they'll think I'm good at...um. Everything else."

He sighed back. "You really don't know anything huh?"

"Porn is different. They do the foreplay or whatever, sex, moaning, done. I know like...I know how to jerk a guy off, and I think a blowjob is fairly easy enough. But...actually pleasuring a guy?"

He lost his grip on himself. "Do you want to practice sometime?"

She was not anticipating that. "A-aren't you Kaitlyn's boyfriend?"

"Steph...I lied to Kaitlyn about being trapped in my car. Do you really think all I wanted to do when I came back in here was to talk?"

"I-I don't wanna fool around. I'm nervous."

"I'm not going to make you. I'm just saying...it doesn't matter that Kaitlyn is my girlfriend or not."

"Oh."

She was silent again for a few minutes.

"Next time. Next time, I'll...we'll practice. For now, I just want to talk."

"That's fine. But you never answered my question...what would we have done if she didn't call?"

"I don't, um..."

"Consider this lesson number one -- dirty talking. It's a deadly skill if you can use it right. Use your imagination...what would we have done?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, you left off with a backrub. I think from there...I think I'd have wanted you to f-finger me."

"No no. More descriptive. Make the boy really imagine he was there."

"I'd want you inside of me?"

"Too forward. Keep it a tease."

"It definitely wouldn't have stayed a backrub for long?"

"Good. And what would we have done?"

"I'd have leaned my head against the back of my bedframe and let you stretch me out with your fingers?"

"It's good. Better than the first. Then what?"

She sighed. "Look, can you just give an example of how it should sound? I learn better from someone else."

He shrugged. "Okay. Well, if we were fooling around?"

"Yes?"

"It wouldn't be just fooling around. I left you with a back rub, your skin filled with goosebumps...I wanted to slide my hand farther down than just your shoulders. Hands are meant for more than that, Stephie...I'd have ran my fingers all across your chest, exploring you, tugging, pinching, hungrily at that tight little soccer body of yours. Then, I'd have you sit on my lap like Santa, except only I would be getting presents. I'd nibble on your neck as I shift my attention away from your breasts and down to your clit."

"Mm-Mhm." She said. He thought he heard elastic stretch.

"We both know what Santa wants for Christmas -- he wants a white one. I would have tortured you. That tight little virgin snatch would be begging me to go inside -- but no. No, you don't need that yet. You need my fingers. I'd press and rub your clit in a counter-clockwise motion, pushing down hard when I heard you moan into me as my other hand worked on your huge breasts. Fuck, I wish Kaitlyn had yours."

He heard the covers shift. A very, very faint noise came from above. Rubbing.

"I'd use my tongue and lick all over your neck and ear and I'd have you begging me to push my finger into you. I'd only oblige if you'd give me more. Once you did, I'd get more and more dangerous. One finger to two. Two to my thumb on your clit and my ring and middle deep inside of you. I'd kiss you gingerly and I'd let you moan as loud as you want -- it only fuels me more."

He sighed. "And, err...yeah. It wasn't my best, but there it was. Do you have a better idea now?"

The small, rapid noise of fabric being rubbed up on had stopped. He heard the bed shift as she moved her legs. "Um...Steph?"

"Uh, yep?"

"Are you..."

"I'm uh, stretching."

"I guess you really needed that backrub, huh?"

"Yes. So very badly."

"Well don't hide it...are you wet?"

He heard the covers shift again. "I couldn't help myself." She said meekly.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I'm really hard, too. Dirty talk is usually done over texts or on the phone when you can't be with them to do those things."

"Would you really have done all of that?"

He hesitated. Although his head wasn't right, his heart still belonged to Kaitlyn.

"I love Kaitlyn. But this is like some weird alternate timeline where I don't have control of myself or something...I can't help but want to say yes."

"I wouldn't tell."

"Good girl."

"So you would have?"

"Absolutely."

She was silent, then he heard a lot of commotion up above. Something dropped at his feet.

Her shorts.

"U-um...do you want to watch me?"