We were in my bedroom, at my parents’ house. She’d said she wanted to be my birthday present. I was inside her when I asked the question, and to this day I don’t know what possessed me. I mean, I knew I was only her second boyfriend, but I was young, and I wanted to know.
“What was it like with Jason?”
“He was hung like a bear,” she said distractedly.
Hung like a bear?
“But he couldn’t use it like you can,” she hissed. “Oh, God! Put it back inside me.”
The End
