CHAPTER 49

Chaney

He kissed me. I hadn’t told Megan but I’d never been kissed either. That was too pathetically sad to pass on. She’d given me the rundown on blow jobs the night before. We’d laughed in my bed until midnight with her stories. She loved to watch guys’ faces and had a very enlightening and articulate rendition on how they looked and the sounds they made. I had to finally beg her to stop because my jaw hurt from laughing. Of course, that caused more laughter.

“Romeo actually hiccupped when he was coming. I kid you not. I gave him three blowies over a week and it happened every time.”

“Stop, you’re killing me,” I begged.

“No, really, and Dennis Francesco’s dick is deformed, poor guy. I gave him a mercy blow because I’d heard about it from one of the girls and wanted to see for myself.”

“You said you didn’t bring guys back to your room.” I accused, tears rolling down my face by this point.

“Never. That was my old roommate. That doesn’t mean I was a good girl like you. I just wasn’t as