Adorkable by Sarra Manning

Author:Sarra Manning [Manning, Sarra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780748128358
Publisher: Hachette Littlehampton
Published: 2012-05-23T22:00:00+00:00

20

I’d never known her so quiet or so still. So quiet and still that she didn’t seem like Jeane at all, but some other girl with peach-coloured hair. It was because I’d been a crap shag. I’d been all wham bam, thank you, ma’am, and the only reason why she wasn’t kicking me out of bed was because it was my bed and her bed was occupied by members of Duckie.

I couldn’t understand it because I’d paid a lot of attention to her clitoris as I’d been instructed by two of the other girls I’d slept with. I hadn’t had performance anxiety either, although I’d been worried that once Jeane was naked I wouldn’t fancy her. She was kind of chubby but a bit flat-chested out of her clothes, and that shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was. Maybe it was because Jeane’s clothes were so hideous that looking at her naked was the better option.

Or it might have been because Jeane was comfortable with her own body. Not once did she moan about her thighs or her pot belly or about how fat she supposedly was like every other girl I knew, even the really skinny ones because they wanted you to say, ‘Oh, fat? I think what you meant to say is that you’re really fit.’ That wasn’t Jeane’s style and anyway her skin was soft and smooth and I liked that she had proper muscles in her arms and legs. Sometimes when I’m with a girl, even just hugging a girl, they can feel so fragile and frail that I’m frightened of breaking them.

Not Jeane. A weapon of mass destruction couldn’t break Jeane, but she hadn’t come and I knew she was going to put me through hell for it. I knew it and I was dreading it and she was stroking my hair and kissing my face and I knew that the minute I relaxed she’d probably do something evil to my nutsack.

‘Please, Michael, stop angsting about my non-orgasm,’ she said with an irritated edge to her voice. ‘I was close and then I wasn’t. It happens. It’s not, like, an exact science. Like, sometimes when I’m doing it to myself, my timing goes all wrong.’

‘It does?’ I managed to spit out because my mind had just gone into a tailspin at Jeane’s casual reference to the fact that she masturbated. I mean, I know that some girls do, but generally they don’t talk about it.

‘Course it does. And, seriously, you were good. Much, much better than I expected you to be.’ I think I was getting used to Jeane now because I didn’t automatically take offence when she insulted me. ‘If you tell me that Scarlett gave you tips on that thing you did with your index finger, my world might end.’ Jeane looked like she was going to cry. ‘I’ll have to bake her some cookies.’

‘It’s all right. Your world still exists. I didn’t sleep with Scarlett and please don’t tell me that Barney taught you that thing you do with your tongue.

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