= Sarah POV =
Chris looked up at me from the bed. Her eyes stared at me with such an unreadable expression. Was she upset with me?
I put my hand out before she could say anything.
“Chris, I have a confession. I know what you want from me, and I’ll do it; I have to uphold my end of the bargain…but the thing is, I’ve been hiding something from you for our whole friendship, and I…I need to be honest with you before we go any further,” I said nervously.
“No way, you’ve told me everything. Even stuff I really, really… didn’t want to know,” Chris replied and snorted. “Like TMI Sarah about the stuff with your Exes”
“Well, that’s the thing. I lied. All that stuff, about how amazing the sex was, and how good I was in bed. I lied ok? I don’t know how to have sex well. I seem to be what they call a dead fish in bed,” I said and bit my lip, looking away from her and rubbing my arm nervously.
“What are you talking about? How hard is it to have sex with a guy? Aren’t they usually the ones 100% into it?” Chris asked, folding her arms.
“Well, not really when I start ughing in the middle of it or keep changing positions cause my leg gets cramps or gets itchy…and sometimes the balls are smelly, and I kind of push them a bit too painfully cause I don’t want deal with them in my face…or-“ I started.
“Omg, please stop. Please. I did not know this. I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing this. Why are you telling me this?” Chris said, standing up and walking over to me.
I backed up “Because I think you want sex; I mean you seem like the next request you’re going to make is to ask me to have sex, and you know I’m thrilled; I really…honestly want to have sex with you, in fact, the whole contract, in the beginning, was so that we could… I mean, I wanted you to read between the lines,” I tried to expin.
I backed up so far that my bum hit Chris’ dressing table. Chris casually stood there akimbo, trapping me yet again, between her body and a hard pce.
“You…wanted to have sex with your best friend of seven years because what, you needed someone you trusted to teach you how to have sex…?” Chris asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Yes,” I said. Gosh, if it was so easy for her to understand, I should have just said that from the start.
Chris blinked, then stepped back “ No. Are you serious?”
I csped my hands together. “Yes! You got it! I’m at my wit's end. I’m bad at sex, ok? And I thought that since you are so good at everything, maybe I could learn how to have sex from you, and then maybe my future retionships won’t end so quickly as I could finally satisfy my partner!” I said and buried my face in my hands. “There, I said it, ok! I’ve tried everything, and I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but at 25 years old, I still suck!”
“Hey,” Chris said, and I could feel her hand on my shoulder. “Aren’t you just being really hard on yourself? Maybe you and your previous partners just needed to find a certain…groove. Maybe you weren’t in sync with them or something”
“No, you don’t understand. Every single person I have dated has told me that they couldn’t finish, or they cheated on me because they couldn’t find satisfaction with me. I spent so much time of my life focusing on my studies that when I finally hit college and had all these guys asking me out, I was so excited; I didn’t realize just how ignorant I was, not only of how to please them but also how to feel pleasure from them. I found myself checking out or being too forceful and hurting them when I tried to overcompensate by being extra energetic when getting them off. It’s been an abysmal experience” I expined and then grabbed her hand.
“But with you, even though we’re just friends, it’s a whole different experience! It’s like what I read about in my romance novels. My heart gets all a flutter, and I feel hot and sexy, and I just want to make my partners feel the same way as you make yours. You have the magic touch, Chris, and you are so kind and considerate; I know you would be the best person to teach me how to do this sex thing right,” I said and smiled, hoping that my earnest feelings would get across to her.
“I just wanted to be honest finally. I feel like this entire time, I’ve been making a mess of things, and these are my honest feelings,” I continued but stopped as Chris suddenly covered her face with her other hand, her shoulder shaking as she tried to hold back what seemed to be… “ All of – wait. Chris. Are you ughing? Are you ughing at me?” I asked horrified. Here I was, being honest and spilling out my guts to her, and she thought it was a joke.
Chris backed off and burst into a hearty ugh.
“Oh my god. Sarah. Sarah, what the hell?” Chris said and sank to the ground, holding my knees like they were life support. “I’m so sorry. I tried to be supportive, but this is just too funny.
Sarah… you did all this just so that you could, what, understudy a lesbian? Take a lesbian trial course with what, an A-css student? Are you insane?” Chris asked, looking up at me through tears.
“Well, aren’t you an A-Css student? The entire time we were at the university, you had your pick of the campus. Everyone came out of our dorm room after a session with you, literally glowing! –“
“A session? Do you consider my retionships sexual sessions? Sarah,” Chris said and stood up, wiping tears from her eyes as she continued, “Sex is not some kind of b session where you study the biology of your partner as if they were a specimen on a petri dish. You do realize when they say two people have Chemistry, it’s not about atoms and molecules, right?” Chris expined “ Omg…I think I need to sit down,” Chris sighed and returned to the bed.
