Mom said I could stay for pizza, and when Erica asked Mr. Nolan if I could sleep over because we had to work on our senior group project, he readily agreed. Of course it was just an excuse, and we were up until well after midnight, doing more giggling than working. I still couldn’t believe some of the images I had seen that afternoon. They were burned into my memory and I’d thought of little else since.
“So how long have you known about your dad’s collection?” I pulled one of Erica’s t-shirts over my head to sleep in as we were getting ready for bed.
She grinned at me, rolling over onto her belly on the bed. “A long time.” I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yup.” Waggling her eyebrows, she shoved her books off the end of her bed and yawned.
“Doesn’t it make you…?”
“Horny as hell?” she laughed. “Yeah. Duh! I usually take my vibrator with me… either that, or call Bobby afterward so he can come over and go down on me.”
I stared at her. “So tell me the truth, then… have you and Bobby…you know…”
“No!” She made a face. “I’m still a virgin. Sheesh.” I slipped into the sleeping bag that Mr. Nolan had retrieved for me out of the hall closet, trying to reconcile Erica’s belief that she was still a virgin with the fact that she and Bobby had clearly done far more than just kiss, which was, admittedly, about all that I had done. I just lived vicariously through Erica.
She turned off the light. “So which one was your favorite?” The darkness made me feel bolder. “There was that one I showed you with the two girls and the one guy…”