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meet your Virginia.”
“Virginia? Like the state?”
“That’s what I called it when I was a little kid ’cause I thought vagina and Virginia were the same thing.”
“So you thought one of the fifty states was Vagina?” Jamie laughed.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Flip grinned. “So anyway, can everyone meet now?”
And with that, Flip bent down and slipped off Jamie’s underpants. Jamie started laughing, although she wasn’t sure why. There was something absurd about this naked moment, like when she and her sister, when they still felt they were twins, would jump naked on their parents’ bed after a bath.
“What?” Flip said.
“Nothing.” Jamie remembered her mother laughing like this— a hiccupping twitter instead of her usual bray—at the funeral of the old woman from the corner of their street. It was a laugh that didn’t feel right, like getting tickled by someone you don’t trust.
Flip stared at Jamie until her laugh petered out like a car running out of gas.
“So what are we doing first?” Jamie asked.
“I guess I should finger bang you,” Flip said, and he hunched over Jamie and stuck his index finger in her vagina.
“Huh.” Jamie looked down at Flip’s finger moving in and out. She remembered the first time they kissed and how it felt scary and thrilling, like the Matterhorn ride. And now, here they were at Disneyland with the Matterhorn just a short walk away and their sex was, well, less exciting than an A ticket ride, less thrilling then the Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln ride where you sat in a small velvety theater and watched a robot Abe Lincoln deliver a speech.
“Does it feel good?”
“I guess. It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
“Well, why don’t you try me.” Flip pulled his finger out.
“Should I give you a hand job?”
“You’ve done that,” Flip said. “I think we need to have oral sex.”
“Uh, okay.” Jamie looked down at his penis and decided it wasn’t anything like Leon’s penis or her father’s penis or any other penis she had seen wagging around her backyard.
This one looked pinker, newer. The thought of putting it in her mouth seemed strange but not repugnant. Jamie scooted down on her hands and knees and placed her face near Flip’s crotch.
“Just pretend you’re licking a Popsicle.” Flip laid his palm on her head and nudged it toward his penis. Jamie licked.
“Now pretend the Popsicle’s melted down a little,” he said, “and so you stick the whole thing in your mouth, you know, sucking it down to the stick so it doesn’t drip on you.” Jamie followed his instructions while thinking about Taffy Longue, who had a reputation for being someone who loved to suck dicks. All the boys flirted with her, hoping she would suck them; all the girls snubbed her, claiming she was so slutty she’d suck Mr. Vandekamp, the pockmarked, potato-nosed eighth grade math teacher, if he’d let her.
After several seconds Jamie rested with her mouth open. Then Flip put his hands on the back of her head and thumped up into her face until he released a shocking burst of semen that Jamie swallowed without thinking. Was this what Taffy had been doing? Jamie wondered. Holding her jaw slack while boys blasted semen into her mouth? Jamie’s throat spasmed as she wondered what the difference was now between herself and Taffy Longue. Was it simply the number they had each taken in?
“That was totally great.” Flip pulled up Jamie and kissed her, his tongue flitting in and out of her mouth. “Now flip back.”
“Huh?” Jamie was feeling nauseous and dreamy, as if she were floating away from the current reality.
“Flip back,” he giggled. “Get it, flip back.”
“Oh, yeah, like you, Flip.”
“Yeah! You’re going to flip back for Flip!” Jamie lay back and put her knees up, grasshopper style.
Flip planted his shoulders at her feet.
“Relax,” he said, before ducking into her crotch. Flip lapped at Jamie like a poodle at
“Virginia? Like the state?”
“That’s what I called it when I was a little kid ’cause I thought vagina and Virginia were the same thing.”
“So you thought one of the fifty states was Vagina?” Jamie laughed.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Flip grinned. “So anyway, can everyone meet now?”
And with that, Flip bent down and slipped off Jamie’s underpants. Jamie started laughing, although she wasn’t sure why. There was something absurd about this naked moment, like when she and her sister, when they still felt they were twins, would jump naked on their parents’ bed after a bath.
“What?” Flip said.
“Nothing.” Jamie remembered her mother laughing like this— a hiccupping twitter instead of her usual bray—at the funeral of the old woman from the corner of their street. It was a laugh that didn’t feel right, like getting tickled by someone you don’t trust.
Flip stared at Jamie until her laugh petered out like a car running out of gas.
“So what are we doing first?” Jamie asked.
“I guess I should finger bang you,” Flip said, and he hunched over Jamie and stuck his index finger in her vagina.
“Huh.” Jamie looked down at Flip’s finger moving in and out. She remembered the first time they kissed and how it felt scary and thrilling, like the Matterhorn ride. And now, here they were at Disneyland with the Matterhorn just a short walk away and their sex was, well, less exciting than an A ticket ride, less thrilling then the Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln ride where you sat in a small velvety theater and watched a robot Abe Lincoln deliver a speech.
“Does it feel good?”
“I guess. It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
“Well, why don’t you try me.” Flip pulled his finger out.
“Should I give you a hand job?”
“You’ve done that,” Flip said. “I think we need to have oral sex.”
“Uh, okay.” Jamie looked down at his penis and decided it wasn’t anything like Leon’s penis or her father’s penis or any other penis she had seen wagging around her backyard.
This one looked pinker, newer. The thought of putting it in her mouth seemed strange but not repugnant. Jamie scooted down on her hands and knees and placed her face near Flip’s crotch.
“Just pretend you’re licking a Popsicle.” Flip laid his palm on her head and nudged it toward his penis. Jamie licked.
“Now pretend the Popsicle’s melted down a little,” he said, “and so you stick the whole thing in your mouth, you know, sucking it down to the stick so it doesn’t drip on you.” Jamie followed his instructions while thinking about Taffy Longue, who had a reputation for being someone who loved to suck dicks. All the boys flirted with her, hoping she would suck them; all the girls snubbed her, claiming she was so slutty she’d suck Mr. Vandekamp, the pockmarked, potato-nosed eighth grade math teacher, if he’d let her.
After several seconds Jamie rested with her mouth open. Then Flip put his hands on the back of her head and thumped up into her face until he released a shocking burst of semen that Jamie swallowed without thinking. Was this what Taffy had been doing? Jamie wondered. Holding her jaw slack while boys blasted semen into her mouth? Jamie’s throat spasmed as she wondered what the difference was now between herself and Taffy Longue. Was it simply the number they had each taken in?
“That was totally great.” Flip pulled up Jamie and kissed her, his tongue flitting in and out of her mouth. “Now flip back.”
“Huh?” Jamie was feeling nauseous and dreamy, as if she were floating away from the current reality.
“Flip back,” he giggled. “Get it, flip back.”
“Oh, yeah, like you, Flip.”
“Yeah! You’re going to flip back for Flip!” Jamie lay back and put her knees up, grasshopper style.
Flip planted his shoulders at her feet.
“Relax,” he said, before ducking into her crotch. Flip lapped at Jamie like a poodle at
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