Chapter 97

He grins and slides me down to my feet, pulling off his shirt over his head as though this is a completely everyday thing, leaning down to try and help clean me up. I don’t know what to do, staring at this like it’s the worst thing ever. Immobile because I feel so… gross.

“What? What does that even mean? That’s disgusting.” I have heat creeping up my face, completely mortified that I would do that in front of him, on him. How can he even be dabbing at my legs and not recoiling in ‘eww, my girlfriend is disgusting,’ like I am? I have lost all composure and am utterly embarrassed in front of him of all people.

“It is not! It means you’re one of the very few women that can have a female ejaculation, and you just made all my Christmases come at once. I feel pretty accomplished right now.” He hands me his shirt and slides his belt off, throwing it in his open car window and attempting to minimize the mess of his pants with the edge of the shirt I am now holding. I stare at it