Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“Whatever you need, make sure Gavin takes care of it,” my Dad said, “Don’t be shy. He’s your brother, that’s what he’s there for.”

I doubted that my brother was there for some of my more pressing needs, but I got the point. I told my parents I loved them and then let them go.

After I spoke to my parents, I figured I should get it all over with at once and one-handedly texted my friends to let them know what had happened. Most just sent the usual emojis and standard ‘sorries.’ It was another reminder that high school was over and most of us were already moving on. But my closest friend, Lilah, proved why I thought of her that way, and immediately jumped in her car to come over.

A few minutes later, Gavin answered the door and Lilah flounced in. My bestie is a bit taller than me and way curvier. She has brown hair that she wore down to almost her backside. She was wearing a cute pink top with capri pants.

But I didn’t notice any of that.

Instead I was caught by her left hand. And what wasn’t on her finger.

Lilah and I had gotten our purity rings at the same time. She was one of the reasons why I’d chosen to do it, actually. We’d talked about it a lot, how we wanted to be good God-fearing girls who waited for our husbands and how that would make everything more meaningful.

Only Lilah wasn’t wearing her purity ring anymore.

Quickly, I grabbed Lilah’s unringed hand with my uncasted one and dragged her up to my bedroom. She gave Gavin a clumsy wave as I pulled her up the stairs.

“What happened?” I asked as soon as my bedroom door was shut. Lilah sat down on my bed, carefully, like she was afraid it might explode under her.

“Your brother got super cute,” Lilah said. But I wouldn’t let her change the subject, so I asked her again what had happened to her.

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that,” Lilah said, still trying to escape my interrogation. I was standing over her and it felt weird, but I was too shocked to sit down.

“I fell off the bed,” I said, “I don’t think you did that by falling off a bed, did you?”

“Actually, I kind of fell into one?” Lilah said with a giggle. And then she told me.

Apparently, Lilah had met some boy while working at Catholic day camp. They’d had this adorable (her word) meet cute after some poor nine-year-old had gotten a bloody nose on the ropes course. They’d met a mere three days before, but Lilah was already sure he was the one.

“You just know, you know?” Lilah said with an overdramatic sigh. This new boy — John or Jim or Jake or something like that — had stolen her heart. And her purity ring, as well.

“How was it?” I asked.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“It was OK,” Lilah said, not meeting my eyes.

With that kind of effusive endorsement, I figured I could probably keep the purity ring on my finger.

*

Gavin and I spent the next few days like a resigned, old married couple. He cooked and cleaned, we binged on Netflix shows, and loafed around the house. Gavin was down about his ex-girlfriend. I was upset about my wrist and what I’d come to think of as my best friend’s betrayal. Neither of us were in the mood for anything except sleep. We barely even talked. Instead, we slipped into an easy, shared depression like it was a deep, dark jacuzzi filled with warm, bubbling tears.

Meanwhile, the ticking time bomb between my legs moved ever closer to explosion. Remember, I was used to three times a day at minimum. Now, I’d gone nearly a week without even touching myself. I was primed, on edge, and searching zucchini recipes like crazy.

Finally, on a Saturday morning, Gavin burst through my bedroom door, threw open my curtains, and dragged me out of bed.

“We’re going on an adventure,” my brother announced. While I still wasn’t capable of certain things with my left hand, I’d managed to at least learn to dress myself. Looking out the window, it seemed like a sunny day, so I put on dark shorts and a lime green t-shirt, then met my brother downstairs.

Gavin was dressed much like he had for his ‘date’ with Kelly: a red polo shirt and a pair of khaki slacks. He looked really good and it made me feel ratty by comparison.

“Are we going on a date?” I asked him, still in little sister mode.

“We’re getting out of this rut,” Gavin replied.

I wanted to get breakfast, but my brother refused to let me have anything more than a paltry granola bar.

“Trust me, you’re going to want to save room,” Gavin said.

We walked downtown to pick up the trolley into Philly. We found a bench near the back of the car and watched as the little towns rolled by. I’d been mistaken before, looking out my bedroom window. It wasn’t sunny. It was flat out gorgeous. One of the best days of the year. Warm and wonderful in a way that made just sitting outside feel like the best thing in the world.

Gavin shared a smile with me. He looked so handsome in the dappled sunlight. I reached up and tousled his brown hair.

“Thanks,” I said, “For dragging me out.”

“Oh, this is just the start,” Gavin said.

“Why does that worry me?” I asked, playfully.

“You need this,” Gavin said, “We need this. I’ll admit, I’ve been an awful brother. This is the least I can do.”

“You were with her for nearly five years,” I said, knowing better than to say the K-word. “You’re not going to get over her in five days. I understand”

“What about you?” Gavin said, “I know you’re upset about your wrist, but this seems like something more.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but my brother was right. My wrist was annoying, sure, but it didn’t really hurt anymore. Instead it was all the things around that moment that had sent me tumbling.

I had been so convinced, at age 18, that I understood relationships. But what was love if my brother and Kelly could split in seconds and my best friend could throw away everything after three dumb days?

I twisted the purity ring on my finger, once again. That promise I’d been so sure of seemed vacant in the context of everything I had seen. My virginity was supposed to be my gift to the love of my life. But the last week had shown me I had no idea how to ever identify that person or, even if I did, to know that he would always feel the same way about me.

The question burbled up so quickly, even I was surprised when it popped out.

“Do you like sex?” I asked my brother.