Page 13 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
As if I just told Henry my nipples popped off at night and performed their own burlesque show, his mouth hung open in shock.
“You’ve watched porn?” Henry’s voice broke at the end of his sentence.
“No, just seen some things.”
“Wait. So you’ve never watched porn, you haven’t seen a dick in real life, and you haven’t even as much as touched one outside a pair of jeans?”
“No,” I confirmed while shaking my head.
“Well, shit. Do you want to see mine?” he asked, grabbing the waistband of his sweats.
“Henry! No,” I squealed while covering my eyes. Heat raced up my back from the near exposure in the middle of the living room.
Laughing he said, “If you haven’t even seen a real penis, how do you expect to describe one in a book?”
“I’m working on it,” I answered quickly, still feeling the heat in my body from Henry’s fake out.
Silence fell upon us, and when I looked at the expression on his face, I began to worry. It was never good when Henry startingthinkingabout things.
“I don’t mind showing you my dick, Rosie. It could be for experimental purposes. Science. Although, it wouldn’t be very fair to all the other men you’ll probably see, since I’m so big and girthy.”
A snort escaped my nose. “Full of yourself much?”
“Not full of myself if it’s the truth.”
“I’m not going to look at your dick for science.” I giggled. God all I could imagine is Henry spread across the couch, penis pulled out of his pants, me with a lab coat and magnified glass hovered over him—not that I would need the magnified glass according to him.
“Well, at least let me show you some porn. I can walk you through it, like a football player and his coach. We can pause, and I can talk about positions, erections, and all the erogenous zones you should be aware of. We can watch on my tablet.”
Oddly, that idea sounded appealing to me.
“Why am I even considering this right now?”
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” Henry leaned over, kissed the top of my head, and said, “Be right back, love.”
I watched his well-defined backside run off to this room while convincing myself it was okay to check out your friends. I’d caught him do the same thing to me on multiple occasions.
Eyes on my breasts.
Eyes on my lips.
Eyes onmy. . . backside.
It’s quite alright if I returned the same kind of once over every now and again.
Seconds later, he was back in the living room, holding his tablet and sporting a huge smile on his face. That look, the one where his eyes were filled with mischief, I could see it, he was about to introduce me to a entirely different world and he was brimming excitement about it.
He plopped on the couch next to me, snuggling in close. “I subscribe to a classier porn site that won’t be too bad to watch for a newbie like you.”
“You have a subscription?” I asked a little dumbfounded. “Why? You have a girl with you almost every night.”
Absentmindedly, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Some girls like to watch porn while we have sex, so I thought it might be nice to have a subscription rather than search the Internet for something while in the heat of the moment.”
“Women actually like to have sex while watching porn?” I gulped, thinking I didn’t ever believe I would be one of those women.
“You would be shocked, Rosie. You might even like it.”
“Doubt it,” I said like a snob, hating myself.
