Holding You

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Glancing over to the clock that Colt had on his side table, I silently cursed. I had a class I needed to go to. Gently picking up Colt’s arm, I carefully slid out of bed so that I didn’t wake him up. I knew he didn’t have any classes until this afternoon.
Hustling, I slipped on Colt’s boxer briefs and his T-shirt and headed to my room. I was almost to my door when I heard Grace. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to emerge from the blissfulness of amazing hot sex. At least I’m going to guess it’s amazing hot sex with how messed up your hair is and the red chaffed skin on our face, and neck. Hmm . . . Colt does wear that five o’clock shadow well. In more than one way it seems.”
Turning, I leaned against my door and looked at Grace. My smile was so wide, my cheeks were beginning to hurt. “Oh, trust me. The sex . . . oh yeah. Hot. Amazing for sure. And I’m sure I’m chaffed in other areas as well.”
Grace closed her eyes and dropped her head back as she lifted her hands. “Thank you! Thank you for letting me rub off on at least one of them!”
Snickering, I pushed off the door and gave Grace a gently nudge. “Do you have a few minutes to talk? I really want to ask you something,” I asked her.
“Sure I do.”
Grace followed me into my bedroom and I shut the door after she walked in. Sitting on my bed, Grace looked at me. “What’s up?”
Chewing on my lip, I wasn’t sure how to ask this, but I knew I couldn’t ask Alex. It would be too weird. I could ask Libby, but she was so busy with the baby. Maegan never answered her text messages and Taylor . . . well Taylor was in her own world right now.”
“First off, stop gnawing on your bottom lip. You’re freaking me out. Come sit next to me and just tell me what’s on your mind.”
Dropping my hands to my side, I flopped onto the bed. I would most likely be late for my first class, but that was okay.
“Well . . . I want to . . . I really want to make Colt . . . Okay well, I’ve never done . . . you know . . . to a guy . . . and well.” Rolling my eyes, I let out a frustrated moan. “Colt is like the jelly to my donut and I just want to make him happy. I want to . . . well . . . I want to . . .”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Spit it the hell out, Lauren.”
“How do you give good blow jobs?”
Grace’s face fell. “Um . . . I don’t know if I should be offended or honored you wanted to talk to me about this.
Placing my hands over my mouth, I sucked in a breath. “You’ve never?”
Grace started laughing. “Hell yes I have. And I might add, I think I’m pretty good at it.” She rubbed her knuckles against her shirt as she spoke.
“Okay, so if you’re good at it, how do I . . . you know. Do it?”
Grace leaned forward like she was about to share with me the most important secret in the world. “First, you make sure he’s clean. Don’t do it after he’s been inside you. To me, that’s just nasty.”
I pulled back. “Why? I mean if a guy goes down on you, do you kiss him afterward?”
Grace’s eyes widened. “Well, yeah. That’s hot as hell.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I asked, “So what’s the difference?”
Grace sat back and looked up like she was thinking. “Well, hell. I guess there is no difference.”
“Okay, so anywho, go on with what you were saying.”
Grace was lost in thought for a moment before she started talking again. “Right. So scratch the clean thing because little miss nasty likes it.” Pushing her over we both started laughing. “I don’t know, Lauren. You just put it in your mouth and . . . suck.”
“Suck hard? Suck soft? Do I move my hand up and down it while I suck?”
Grace rolled her eyes. “Okay, I think we need to have a ‘how to give a blow job’ class. I know the perfect person for it.”
Sitting up, I let out a squeal! “Holy sheets! Really, Grace? Cause that would be so fun.”
Chuckling, she stood up. “Yeah, girls night. I’ll arrange everything.”
Standing up, I hugged Grace. “You’re the best! I’ve got to get ready for class, but I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
Grace gave me a sweet smile and headed out the door. Calling over her shoulder she said, “Ask and I shall deliver.”
The rest of the day I couldn’t get Colt out of my mind. We had sent a few text messages back and forth but his last one had me fidgeting in my seat and I wasn’t even sure why.