He found himself envious of whichever boys had been lucky enough to be with Noelle – and actually baffled that they wouldn’t want to be more careful about making sure she was satisfied in bed. God, if it was Dylan, he’d want to spend hours exploring her, finding out how to make her moan and shake and come like crazy. Putting his illicit after-dark reading into practice.
“Josie Bannister said she had an orgasm when she slept with her piano teacher,” Ellie said.
“Yeah, but he’s like 42. I mean, ewww.”
“35, she said.”
“Still. I’ve seen him – he looks like he’s 50.”
“So you’re gonna wait until you’re 35 to get an orgasm?” Sasha nudged Noelle with an elbow.
“Did you not hear me when I said I’m quite happy with my little Rocket?” Noelle replied.
Oh God, the thought of Noelle lying back in some bed, touching herself with some little piece of vibrating magic – Dylan had to change his position a little to give himself some room inside his pants.
He shook his head, knowing he was only setting himself up for disappointment by listening into their conversation. He fixed his eyes back on the continuing narrative of Stephen King, and the tale of a small town in Maine that is cut off from the outside world by a strange invisible forcefield.
But then Noelle’s words just cut through the air, “They’re all just lazy – they don’t care. They know as soon as they’re inside you, that’s it, they’ve scored another notch on their bedpost, and they don’t need to worry about anything else.”
Dylan ducked down, trying to stop himself from eavesdropping. Yet he was beginning to feel like sticking up for his gender – or at least, the members of his gender that attractive girls like these would never ever think to date.
“So you’re not going to ask Bobby Marrs out, then? You know he’s after you.” Another voice – Marie, one of the brunettes.
Noelle said: “I guess we can hang out before college. He’s probably just as pathetic as the rest of them.”
“He can bench 400 pounds apparently. You don’t want a piece of that?”
Noelle sighed. “I don’t really have any choice, huh?”
“If you don’t, people will say you’re frigid…” Ellie with a sing-song warning.
“I guess. He’s going to suck just like the rest of them.”
Dylan was again surprised. That someone as attractive as Noelle should have no other option than to go for the gym rat who was pursuing her, because otherwise her peers would think her some kind of loser.
He said: “Why don’t you just tell him how to make you feel good?”
Silence. Dylan felt his insides go into total nuclear meltdown. His inner temperature must have soared into the millions of degrees, his stomach was bubbling as the flesh boiled, his kidneys were merging with his liver and his heart was having seizures. Any moment the President was going to have to call FEMA, evacuate the area, declare a state of emergency.
Had he really just said that out loud?
Had he really said it loud enough for them to hear?
Oh. My. God.
*
He felt five pairs of female eyes slowly descend on his slight, cowering form. The air was thick with the tension of unrestrained anger and venom. How dare this stranger listen in on their conversation? How dare this loser geek infringe on their own private gathering! What a complete freak for butting in!