Se connecterWhy are they still staring at me like that?“Oh my God,” Hannah whispered, finally breaking the silence. “She doesn’t know what a strap-on is. Unbelievable. You are so innocent!"“Lena, a strap-on is a harness that goes around someone’s hips. You attach a dildo to it. So the person wearing it can… well… fuck someone with it. Or get their dick sucked. Or both,” Nora explained.I blinked. “So… it’s a fake dick you wear.”“Essentially,” Jessi said.Hannah leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “And if I wear it, you can practice on me. I can tell you exactly what movements to do with your mouth and all.”Jessi nodded slowly in agreement. “It’s actually not the worst idea. You get feedback. You get coaching. And no man involved.”That still doesn't sound comfortable to me.I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.The image in my head was vivid and mortifying: me on my knees in Nora’s living room, Hannah standing over me in a harness, the other women watching and giving notes like it was a c
“Honestly, I’m happy to hear that,” Nora said. “Yeah, me too. I really love seeing you two on my screen as a power couple.” Jessie added. “Yeah… you’ve got three Musketeers behind you. We’re so ready for them. I’m good with my keyboards,” Hannah said. We all laughed. Then my smile faded slightly. I bit my lip, hesitating. “Lena?” Nora called when she noticed the shift in my expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked carefully. I looked at the others, then back to her. “Is this… is this a safe time to ask you something important?” “Always,” Nora said immediately. “What’s up?” I paused, feeling my cheeks heat even though no one could see me. “It’s about… well, something that happened recently.” “Something?” Jessi’s voice perked up with interest. “What kind of something?” “Something intimate,” I admitted quietly. “Ohhh,” Hannah said with a smirk. “Go on.” I took a deep breath. “So the other night… we were, you know, in the moment. And I tried to—” I stopped as embarrassment flo
“Fine.” I took a breath. “So we were making out on his couch. Things were getting heated. I went down on him. I thought I was doing okay, but then I noticed he wasn’t really… reacting. He was hard, but he wasn’t making any sounds or anything. And when I looked up at him, he had this tight smile on his face—like he was trying to be nice about it.” “Did he say anything?” Nora asked. “He said, ‘That was great, babe.’ But his voice was all wrong. Then he changed the subject really fast and asked if I wanted to watch a movie.” I sighed. “He literally chose a movie over finishing.” “Ouch,” Jessi winced. “Yeah, I felt so humiliated. He was so sweet about it, which somehow made it worse—because I know he was just trying to protect my feelings. That’s why I really need to learn how to do it right.” “Okay, okay.” Nora said. “First things first. Did you use your hands at all, or just your mouth?” “Both? I mean, I’m good with just my hands.” “Did you use any technique? Any rhythm? Any pre
“Why though?” Hannah asked. “Yeah, why did you say that, Nora? I want him to gush about her in every interview like this,” Jessie added. I stayed silent, even though curiosity was eating at me. I trusted that Nora had a good reason for the statement. “I do too,” Nora said carefully. “But I came across a hate page—not just one, many—and they were… really ugly. As much as I love him gushing over you, Lena… I’m also a little worried. As your friend.” That made me more uncomfortable. “Is it that bad?” I asked. Nora sighed. “Lena… you’re not someone who spends a lot of time on social media. Like you said, you didn’t even have internet access until…” She paused, realizing the other two were hearing this for the first time. I didn’t even know the internet existed before Tarzan gave me my first smartphone. “It’s okay… keep going,” I assured her. She exhaled and continued. “What I’m trying to say is… internet trolls can be really toxic, honey. And you—you’re not cut out
Before I could answer, Jessie and Hannah’s voices came through the phone, rasping over each other. “Oh my God, he actually said he wishes he was dating you!” “Did you hear what he said about your eyes?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing at the volume. “Girls! One at a time!” That only made them laugh louder. I leaned my head against the headrest and squeezed my eyes shut. “Please calm down, you guys.” “Calm down?” Nora shrieked. “How are we supposed to calm down? We’re the only ones who knew you two are actually dating. I was kicking my feet in the air the whole time.” “Boy knew exactly what he was doing,” Jessie added. “They asked if he’d play along and get shipped with another female celebrity and he said no. It’s you or nothing.” “And then they asked if the age gap was stopping him from making a move,” Hannah said dramatically. “He just went, ‘What age?’ The host tried so hard to explain and he made her look completely silly.” I groaned and covered my face wit
"I can't sing. That's just a ridiculous rumor." Tarzan insisted. "Would you rather be an actor or a Musician?" "A Musician." "Aha!" The host pounced on his answer, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "I chose singer because I can't imagine myself playing certain roles in a movie," he explained calmly. "Okay... understandable." The host gave a slow nod, then picked up a card from her desk, her smile turning sly. "Now, we asked your fans to send in questions, and apparently, they have absolutely no respect for boundaries." Tarzan shot a wary glance at the stack of cards in her hand. "First question. A fan named Maya asks, 'What's the first thing you notice about someone when you meet them?'" "Their eyes," he replied. The host smiled knowingly. "That's a very romantic answer." "I didn't say anything romantic." "You said eyes." "That's a physical feature." The audience laughed. Erica shook her head, unimpressed. "Fine. Next question." She scanned the ca
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