Page 144 of Sunday Morning
“Eve—” I started to protest.
Eve took the bottle, poured a tiny amount in the cap, andhanded it to Gabby. “It’s going to burn your mouth, and you’ll probably choke and spit it out.”
Gabby wrinkled her nose. “Then why do you drink it?”
“Because if you drink enough of it, you feel really relaxed, like you don’t have a care in the world. But we’re not letting you drink enough to feel buzzed.”
Keeping a sour expression, Gabby tipped the cap just enough to let the tequila touch her lips; then she licked them. “Yuck!”
We laughed.
“Gross!” She spat several times before returning to the creek to throw rocks into it.
“Are you pregnant?” Eve asked as we sat on the falling tree trunk.
“No.” I laughed. “We use condoms.”
“And it’s good?” She smirked before tipping the bottle to her lips again.
“So good.” A smile consumed my face.
“Does he go … you know …” she pointed between her legs. “Down there with his mouth?”
I closed my eyes and hummed with a nod. Then I replayed so many conversations I’d had with Heather about sex before I had it with Matt. I knew I would never stop missing Heather, but I had Eve, and she would be the person I called to share things—to make them feel real.
“How does it feel?”
I bit my lower lip.
“That good?”
I nodded.
“Do you have it a lot? Like every day? More than once a day?”
I laughed. Eve was so horny.Shewas the one our parentsneeded to be concerned about getting pregnant. When I was her age, my focus wasn't nearly as much on sex.
“Tell me!” she giggled.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
Again, I laughed. Eve was totally me.
“We have it a lot. Before we go to sleep, usually in the morning, too. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and …” I blushed.
“And what?” Eve hung on my every word.
“And he puts his head …” I pointed between my legs.
Eve’s posture inflated along with her smile. “I’msojealous. What about the shower? The truck. In public?”
“Stop!” I giggled.
“Just tell me.”
“Yes. In the shower, but it’s not easy. And yes, in the truck.”