Page 65 of Isolation

“How long ago?”

“When I was sixteen.”

Raven pauses but shakes it away casually, not letting me see how it affects her.

She fires the next question, “And how old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Thirteen.” I am too embarrassed to make eye contact with her, so I stare straight ahead.

“Jesus!” Raven fails to keep the nonchalance out of her voice this time.

I visibly wince. “Absentee parents and fast city kids,” I mumble under my breath.

Fuck. Is she going to be repulsed by all of these answers? It only gets worse.

As if noticing my misery, Raven tries to ease the tension. She asks a creative question, as promised. “Have you ever slept with a man?”

“No, Raven. I haven’t,” I patiently respond. No, thank you. For all of my experience, it’s always been strictly pussy for me. Specifically, hers.

“Ever kissed a man?”

“No, Raven,” I give her another exasperated look.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

I pause. “Yes.”

“Were you the pitcher or catcher?” Raven asks in an amused tone.

My lips twitch slightly. She is enjoying this a little too much, but I feel unruffled by this line of questioning.

I slowly reach for one of her hands that she has crossed over her chest to untangle it. If she plans to be ridiculous, then she can hold my hand in exchange.

“What do you think?”

Raven turns to study my face. “Catcher for sure.”

Sometimes, I can’t get enough of all the fucking shit this girl spews out. There is nothing like it in the world.I love it when she tries to fuck with me like this.

“Whatever you say, Rave.”

“Have you ever had a threesome?” Raven doesn’t even so much as take a breath.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was the same as sex.” I shrug. “Just add voyeurism and some waiting around time.”

“Would you do it again?”

“No,” I respond curtly. I narrow my eyes at the picture she is drawing in my head.

“Why not?”

“Because the thought of sharing you makes me want to murder the person, boy or girl.”

“I didn’t suggest a threesome with me,” she deadpans. “It was a hypothetical question.”