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kissing my pussy. Somehow he dipped his tongue into my entrance and then back to my clit, where he flicked it expertly. I moaned in appreciation and put my hands on the back of his head.
    I’d thought about Zach’s face between my legs—of course I had—and wondered whether his beard would be too scratchy, but it tickled in a way that made all of his motions a little more sensual. To my surprise, I felt my body climbing toward the same cliff I’d abandoned earlier. I crossed my arms behind my head and concentrated on nothing but Zach’s tongue and my clit, and I soared over into orgasm. My back arched, and I cried out. I think I yelled “fuck” at some point, and maybe Zach’s name, and probably some syllables that weren’t actually words. The orgasm seemed to capture my entire body, and it felt like I was coming for days. When it finally subsided, I said, “Get up here,” and Zach climbed on me for a sloppy kiss. I laughed. “I taste good.”
    “Damn right you do. Can I ask you something?”
    “Sure.”
    “Do you always come like that?”
    “Like what?”
    “Like...like a volcano.”
    I thought about what to say. “Actually, um, I’ve never come with a partner before.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Really. My ex wasn’t—well, you don’t want to hear about him.”
    “You’re right, I don’t.” He kissed each of my nipples, still hard from my climax.
    “Zach.” I held his head against my chest. “I’m not ready to have you inside me, okay? I mean, I want to, but...”
    “Of course,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting any of this. And I really do have to go.”
    “Right now?”
    “I promised my dad I’d be there. I’ll be back Sunday night.”
    I wanted to wrap myself around him and keep his naked body in my bed for the rest of the school year. Probably beyond. But something in the way he said “my dad” told me this was important. While I untangled myself and hopped off the bed, I said, “Do me one favor.”
    He looked me up and down. “I don’t see how I could refuse.”
    “Give me the name and address of whoever taught you to do that. I want to send her a thank-you note.”

15
    When Zach left my room, I was still naked. I spun around and did a stupid little dance that I was glad nobody would ever see. My brain was playing an endless loop of our 45-minute fling. Making love with Zach—even if we hadn’t quite taken it all the way yet, that was how I thought of it—just made clear how awkward Evan and I had been in bed. The few times Evan had gone down on me, it was clear that he didn’t have much experience or interest in it. So I stopped asking.
    Zach, on the other hand...goddamn, the boy’s tongue was possessed.
    I looked at the clock on my desk. It felt like the middle of the night, but it was only 8:30. Did I want to kiss and tell? Fuck yeah I did. I texted Sierra and Jillian: Need girl talk! Who’s free?
    They both were, so we agreed to meet in the dorm lounge. Both women arrived within five minutes. Sierra sat next to me on the couch and Jillian took the puffy chair next to it.
    Sometimes a tiny campus was suffocating, but when you needed to assemble your best girlfriends in a minimum amount of time, there was nowhere better. Sierra, who’d come from her room on the second floor, was wearing flannel pajamas, and Jillian was comparatively dressed up in jeans and a tight-fitting zipped-up gray hoodie. “Do you two know each other?” I asked.
    “Sure, we’re in Spanish class together,” said Jillian.
    “Small talk over,” said Sierra. “Spill!” She paused and made her thinking face. “Did he spill?”
    I felt my cheeks flush, and nodded. I told them about the quick hookup in the vaguest terms, which drove Sierra nuts. “Jesus, Brooke, it sounds like you’re dictating a letter to your mom or something. Details! Who came, where, and how many times?”
    Trying to ignore my friend, I turned to Jillian. “You’re not disappointed in me for hooking up with him after you