First Step

KASSY

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The next morning I was at Jenny’s place.

“I’ll do it,” I blurted, dropping onto her sofa like a bag of bricks.

Jenny lazily shuffled toward the coffee machine, her hair tied up in a messy bun, her T-shirt sliding off one shoulder. She stared at me with half-lidded, tired eyes.

“Did you even sleep?” she asked flatly.

“I couldn’t,” I admitted.

I’d already called her earlier to unload everything that had happened last night, every humiliating, confusing, nerve-wracking detail. And just retelling it had made me toss and turn until dawn.

Jenny shook her head slowly, pouring coffee like she’d already given up on me.

“I have no idea why you want to go through all this for that guy Kas. You're beautiful, intelligent, rich…just what did you see in that guy…I get that he’s handsome, but come on.”

And she was right. Shawn wasn’t just handsome—he was devastating. Six-foot compared to my barely five-six. Broad shoulders. His jawline looked like it belonged in some glossy magazine, and those gray eyes had been haunting me since I was sixteen. He was intelligent, confident… basically everything I’d ever wanted but never thought I could actually have.

“I want to do it,” I whispered stubbornly.

Jenny turned from the counter, coffee mug in hand, raising her brow. “You want to give your virginity to some random person because you don’t want to disappoint your husband on your first night?”

The way she said it—so blunt, so matter-of-fact—made it sound horrible.

But it was true. I wanted to learn. I wanted to practice. I wanted to be good enough for him.

Jenny stared at me in disbelief, her lips twitching like she couldn’t decide if she should scold me or hug me.

“It’s crazy,” I admitted, covering my face with my hands. “Thinking about it like this—actually saying it out loud—it’s insane.”

“Where did my sweet little innocent angel go?” Jenny teased, sipping her coffee.

“I’m twenty-four, Jenny. Twenty-four and about to get married,” I shot back, giving her a pointed look.

“Why are you so against this? You’ve been there before.” I add

“Exactly,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Because it’s me, and you’re you. Sex is nothing to me, Kassy. I lost my virginity in the back of my father’s truck and didn’t even blink. But you—you’re different. You’re innocent, you’ve held yourself back for so long because you wanted to give it to someone special.”

Her words stung, because they were true. But the thing is, I wasn’t that same girl anymore.

I stood up and began pacing her living room, chewing on my lip as I tried to explain myself.

“Now I’m ready to give it up. What’s the point of my virginity if it’s not going to keep the man I want? Being clueless about something isn’t something to be proud of—not if it’s going to destroy my marriage. I can’t be that wife he never touches again Jenny....”

“I want our first time to be memorable. Memorable enough that he’ll never even think of another woman.”

I turned to face her, my heart pounding, my chest rising and falling with every word.

Jenny snorted into her coffee, shaking her head. “You can’t keep a man with sex.”

“Who said anything about keeping him with just sex?” I shot back, a smirk tugging at my lips.

She stilled, lowering the mug, and gave me a long, knowing look. I gave her the same look right back. Neither of us blinked.

Finally, she sighed. “I still think you should talk to him about this.”

“What? No way,” I said quickly, almost laughing at how absurd that sounded. “I want this, Jenny. I’m sure.”

Her expression softened, but the doubt didn’t leave her eyes. She took another slow sip of her coffee.

The she nods 

“Fine“

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That same evening, I was sitting inside the car with Jenny, parked outside a building I never thought I’d see in my life.

We both stared at it, quiet for a long moment. The sign glowed even from a distance.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” I muttered.

The words “D and D” stretched across the massive building, bold and proud.

A week ago, I didn't even know a place like this existed. 

A week ago, I wouldn’t have believed I’d be parked outside of it, about to walk inside.

“You still have time to change your mind, babe,” Jenny said carefully, watching me out of the corner of her eye.

“I want to learn,” I told her, my voice steadier than I felt.

Jenny groaned, leaning back in her seat. “Kassy, I still think you’re rushing into this. Just take a step back. Think about it—”

“I’m sure,” I cut her off, my tone sharper this time.

She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay… fine.”

We both turned to the building again, silent.

“D and D,” I read softly, the letters tasting foreign on my tongue. “What does it even stand for?”

“Dick and Dick,” Jenny said instantly, her lips twitching into a grin.

I blinked, then let out a laugh. “Where did the pussy go?”

Jenny burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “On a vacation maybe,” she said between giggles.

The ridiculousness of it all loosened the knot in my stomach. For the first time all day, I actually laughed with her.

Silence settled again, but this time it was comfortable.

I glanced at her. “So… how did it go when you came here?”

Her smile faded into something almost nostalgic. She looked at me, then back at the building, and for a moment she seemed like she was replaying the whole thing in her head.

“Honestly? I got the best dicking of my life,” she said finally. “I swear, I felt that guy’s dick inside me for days.”

My jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” I groaned, covering my face as I laughed.

“I’m serious,” she said, laughing too. “It was amazing. But their sessions are ridiculously expensive.”

I pushed open my car door, feeling a rush of determination wash over me. Jenny followed reluctantly, her heels clicking on the pavement.

“Good thing I can pay,” I said confidently, walking toward the building.

“Show off,” Jenny muttered, playfully rolling her eyes.

I stopped and turned back to face her.

“Well? Are you coming or not?”