I recognized Divi’s voice as she picked up on the ‘sex with boys’ theme and stated that she was thoroughly disgusted with her current boyfriend. Another friend piped in and said, “I dated him a few times. His dick is so small he couldn’t get it in me.” The others burst out laughing again.
I loved how teenage girls always thought they were so mature and experienced and laughed heartily at their peers who they perceive as having less experience than them. I had been exposed to similar teenage girls in high school. Only they called me a freak and recoiled when they saw my junk. In short order I was a pariah that the girls raised their index fingers together in the form of a cross whenever I asked one of them out on a date. That all changed in college though.
I chuckled again when Divi asked ‘baby-sitter girl’ if she could deep-throat the father’s cock. The response was, “Of course. He loves it.” The others accepted her answer as the gospel truth. The girl that had previously dated Divi’s boyfriend said, “Divi? Have you and Jason had sex?”