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“Good. I’ll swim my ass to shore and find a dick to sit on. I swear I’ve got cobwebs in my cooter.”
“Cooter, Layla? Seriously? Who the hell even sayscooter?” I was laughing, though, which I needed. “You are so vulgar, sometimes, I swear to god.”
“Like you’re any better!”
“I would never refer to my lady parts as a cooter! That’s nasty!”
“’‘Lady parts’? What are we, twelve?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Besides, what do you call it? Besidesladyparts—which, I submit, is equally as embarrassing as calling it a cooter, if not more so.”
“I don’t call it anything, usually. I mean how often are you in a situation where you use an actual word for it?”
“In everyday life, I suppose you’re right. But what about during sex?” She leaned close. “You guys talk dirty?”
I flushed again. With Roth I was bold and willing to talk nasty. But with Layla? Not so much. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“You do!” She laughed like a hyena. “You totally talk dirty, don’t you! You’d only avoid this question if you had something to talk about! I bet you call it a pussy during sex, don’t you?”
“Jesus, Layla. Shut up, already.”
“You have to know we can all hear you when you’re fucking, and you don’t seem to care about that, but you can’t talk to your best friend about whether you talk dirty during sex?”
“I get caught up in the moment, okay? And you and I don’t usually talk about this kind of stuff, do we?”
“Well, you never did. I don’t give a shit. I’ll talk about anything.”
“No kidding. So what was Eric’s favorite position?” I asked.
“Doggy-style,” she answered right away. “Problem was, he liked that position a littletoomuch. We had to save that until he was ready to come, because he’d just blow right away otherwise. He just couldn’t hold it. Soon as he had this big ass of mine up against him, he was just…bam, done.”
I shook my head. “You are shameless.”
“Hey, you asked. And besides, I ain’t with him anymore, so it’s not like you have to see him again.”
“So then…what’s your favorite position?”
“You answer first,” Layla said.
“I don’t have one. I like all the positions equally.” I couldn’t hold back a grin. “And yes, we talk dirty. Makes it that much hotter.”
“Tried that with Eric a few times. He just…he couldn’t deliver the lines without both of us cracking up. It always ended up sounding like a joke. I don’t know. The guy I slept with before Eric liked to talk dirty, though. God, he was good at it, too. Too bad he talked a better game than he could actually deliver.”
“That was…Tom, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah. Tom. That boy wasfineashell. He did two things really, really well, and that was basically all he had going on, except for being sexy. He could talk dirty like no one’s business, and I mean he could get me wet and ready just by talking. And he could eat pussy for hours. Like, legit, that was the only way he could make me come, and Jesus, I’ve still never come harder than when Tom had his tongue working me. But if he wasn’t doing those two things, forget it. His dick was forgettable at best, which isn’t really a deal-breaker if the guy knows how to use what he’s got, but Tom didn’t. He and I were just fuck-buddies, though. I don’t think I even know his last name, come to think of it.”
“Kurzweil. Tom Kurzweil,” I filled in.
“How the hell do you know that?”
I shrugged. “He told me, when he introduced himself. He was like this…caricature of a person. He swaggered everywhere, and he’d shove his hand at you and squeeze yours hard as he could, and he’d be all like ‘Tom, Tom Kurzweil. Pleasure to meet you, buddy.’ Like, for real? Who for real says their first name twice when they introduce themselves? And Tom calledeveryonebuddy.”
“How do you know all this?”
“You dated Tom for six months, Layla. Is something wrong with your memory?”
She stared at me. “I wouldn’t say we dated. We fucked, and that was it.”
“Okay, well, whatever. You brought him over all the time, and he introduced himself to me at least three times, the same way every time. He was a douchebag and I never got what you saw in him.”