Page 51 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Jesus.” Henry ran his hands through his hair. Shamelessly, I watched as his torso flexed with his movements. He was my friend, but I was still allowed to admire. “Love, listen to me closely. If Lance walks in the room and pulls his pants down, you need to leave, because what dude just pulls his pants off? That’s fucking weird. And do you open your mouth? Seriously?”
Laughing, I said, “I just want to make sure I do the right thing.”
“Do not open your mouth if a dick comes flying at your face.”
“But you told me guys like blow jobs.”
“They do,” he responded. “But you only give him a blow job if you want, not because he’s tapping you on the cheek with his dick. Jesus, you were so sheltered.”
“Okay, so let’s say he pulls his pants down and I want to give him a blow job. How do I know if I’m doing it right?”
“We went over this the other day,” Henry said, grabbing another banana and flipping it at me. “Show us what you’ve got.”
“I’m not sucking on this banana in front of all of you to judge me.” I had my limits.
“I’ll help,” Delaney said while getting off the counter and grabbing a matching banana. “This will be easy, given the size of this. It doesn’t even come close to my man, right, babe?”
Derk winked at her and said, “You’ve got that right, gorgeous.”
“Derk, come over here. Let’s hold the bananas for the girls so they can fully use their hands. Grab the base like this,” Henry said. “Love, pretend my fist are the balls, okay?”
“This is so ridiculous.”
“Just imagine,” Henry continued, “once you master the blow job, you will be able to write a blow job into your book without even thinking, as it will come—no pun intended—so naturally. Don’t you want that, love?” His voice suggested he was joking, but I knew he was trying to help, which was why I loved him. I could only wish I ended up with someone like Henry. Someone who never hesitated to help no matter the task.Surely I can find my own Henry one day.
“Fine, but I swear to God, if something ever happens with one of these guys, you keep your mouths shut. I don’t want them knowing I practiced on a banana.”
“Promise this stays between us. Right, you guys?” Henry asked.
“Yes,” both Delaney and Derk answered together.
“Okay, where should I start?” I looked at the banana Henry was clutching.
“Taking your shirts off would be job one,” Derk said, staring at Delaney.
“Dude,” Henry chastised him. “No, shirts stay on.” Henry turned toward me and said, “Remember what we talked about? Start there.”
Leaning forward, I looked at the banana and shook my head in disbelief. Was I really about to suck off a banana? I wanted to learn, and if I was put in a situation where I was with Lance or even Alejandro, I didn’t want to fumble around. I wanted to have at least a small amount of confidence, so that was why my lips were wrapped around a banana while pretending Henry’s fist was his balls.
“That’s perfect,” Henry said. I looked over at Delaney and noticed she and Derk were lost in their own little world while she pleasured the banana and looked up at Derk, enticing him.
It didn’t take them very long to abandon the practice . . .
“We’re done with this,” Derk said, tossing the banana and grabbing a hold of Delaney. He led her out of the kitchen and back to her bedroom with Delaney giggling the entire time.
I pulled away and looked up at Henry. “This is so ridiculous. People don’t practice on bananas.”
“You can practice on me.” Henry wiggled his eyebrows.
“You keep offering, Henry, but when are you going to realize it’s never going to happen?”
“You’ll say yes one day, love.”
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “Back to the banana. What about a condom? I read that the guys like it when the girls put the condom on for them. Is that true?”
“Are we done with sucking the banana?”
“I don’t know; it just seems weird.”
