Chapter 2
The Nice Guy is how most people describe me.
But Baddie? She calls me a people pleaser.
This is an inside joke between us now. She points it out all the time.
She first called me out in the middle of training Ace who’s a year younger than me to be a better goaltender.
And once upon a time when I coached the children’s hockey team, I allowed their younger siblings to join in without paying for the session.
I tell Addie that it’s my joy to go above and beyond. She thinks I’m a pushover.
“ But I can’t say no ,” Addie will always mock me.
“So,” I say at the beginning of mile two. Running alongside Baddie is my favorite pastime. We’ve been doing this for years. “I’ve been with Hailey for a couple of months.”
“Yeah,” she elongates. Her arms are running with her body. I always give her credit for keeping up with my pace. I know it must be hard because she’s like one foot tall.
“The sex is–”
She ruffles out a weird groaning noise.
“What?” I ask, throwing my hands out. Her hands are crossing over, making an X over and over. She’s judging me, so now I feel judged. But we talk about this kind of stuff. We’re pretty open.
She says, “I’m making that weird noise because I’m not the person to talk to.”
“Yeah, but you at least try different positions, right? Hailey doesn’t want to try anything but missionary.”
Maybe we haven’t talked about this in a while. We go stretches of not bringing it up and then sometimes we need each other’s advice. This is not something I can talk to the guys about. They would eat me alive. And I could never go to my sister about it. So, Baddie it is.
“You’re bored with missionary?” she asks, definitely judging.
“No, sex is sex. But I don’t know. Maybe turn around or let me lick it or something.” Addie shoves my shoulder, so I laugh. “What?”
“We share food, you freak! I’m never sharing my donuts, croissants, or coffee with you ever again!”
I laugh because she’s truly disgusted, but she has nothing to worry about.
“You don’t have to take it that far. I haven’t done any of that.
And don’t pretend to be all innocent.” When I glance at her, her cheeks are rosy red.
It could be from the run or the guilt from all the head she’s given to her boyfriend.
Now I’m picturing it on her lips. Not his, but mine. “Like you don’t suck–”
“That’s enough.” She puts her hand up to stop me. “No dick-sucking here. My sex with Jacob is very PG and very vanilla. You are asking the wrong person for advice, seriously dude.”
I imagine her all vanilla sex, making sounds, similar to Hailey. Does she lay flat without doing anything too? Hailey does this thing where she’ll moan louder when I tell her I’m coming like I’m supposed to believe she happens to orgasm along with me. Bullshit. It’s all lies.
Is sex ultimately the same with every person? Let’s see, there have been Hailey, Casey, and Bella. And yeah, pretty much the same kind of sex. It’s not like what you see in porn. Those are so misleading. It seems like Addie and I share the same type of sexual experience. Very vanilla.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
She side-eyes me briefly. “Do I like what? Vanilla?”
I nod.
She says, “Vanilla is my favorite flavor.”
I smirk as we round the corner. She’s a bit ahead of me now so I catch up. “Do you enjoy it? Or do you wish there were more flavors? You know, more switching things up.”
I think she’s squirming while running. I hate that she’s uncomfortable right now. I just need to know.
“Do you orgasm?” I ask.
She stops running, so I halt next to her. “We have to keep going,” I scold.
She takes off without another word. We run in silence for the rest of the way.
When we’re back at my place, Hailey is already gone. I have a hot cocoa in hand and a shower fresh on my skin, Addison sits on my couch and says, “Do you come every time?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Wait, so we can talk about it now?” I point around, confused.
During the silence of our run, I just kept thinking about boring vanilla sex.
I can imagine Addie being bored during sex.
She needs to be emotionally and mentally connected, otherwise, it’ll be PG like she mentioned.
She must be bored with Jacob. I don’t see how she’s even attracted to him.
She sits up straighter. “In the privacy of your home? Yes! You can’t just spring out a question like that in the middle of a run. It’s embarrassing. But I’ve never experienced, you know, during sex. Does Hailey?”
I shrug, feeling better now that we can openly talk about it. “I try to help but she doesn’t let me.”
“She doesn’t let you do a lot,” Addie mutters. I hold my special coffee mug filled with hot cocoa and swing my legs over the couch to sit next to her.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Addie shrugs. “I thought it was just random things, but sex too?”
I remember the moment I laid eyes on Hailey. It wasn’t very romantic because she was kissing another guy. It wasn’t until a few years later that we reconnected and got together. She’s hot as sin but boring like hell in the sheets for a cheerleader and dancer.
“Have you ever orgasmed?” I ask, switching the subject because if I don’t continue it now, I will never get the answers to my burning questions.
She laughs, her cheeks pinching pink. “Yes.”
By the tone of her voice and the position of her body, I have to assume that nobody helped her achieve this. So, I ask, “Only by yourself?”
She readjusts herself to get a better look at me. “Oh my god, are we such good friends that you’re going to ask me if I do it myself? Are you asking for advice? You need me to draw you a picture or show you my vagina?”
I imagine that for a moment. Nope, can’t go there.
She scoffs, pulling out her phone. The second I hear someone moaning, I chuckle.
“You see this,” she says. A woman is spread eagle and I hate that I’m getting turned on right now. “The hole. The pee hole. The butthole. And to make someone orgasm is somewhere up here.” She points.
Have I thought about sleeping with Baddie Addie? Pretty much every time I look at her ass in those yoga pants on our run. I guess that would be once a week. Someone with a tiny frame like hers doesn’t belong with boobs that size either. They’re always bouncing on the run. Her poor back.
But to answer that question… I have. And I don’t think that it’s worth ruining our friendship over.
It’s just a silly little thought that most humans have about each other, right?
We’re going to be at each other’s weddings, raise our kids together, be next-door neighbors, and have each other to lean on when life gets rough without all the complexities that come with sex. Best friends.
There was this one time in college when we were both drunk out of our minds, and she was on top of me after a wrestling match. Our noses touched, and I couldn’t lean forward. I knew we would both regret it.
“Did I lose you?” she asks while I stare at her and not the vagina in the video. Hell, has she been talking to me this entire time?
“Kind of. I just don’t see how the video is going to help.”
She snaps, “I’m trying to give you pointers. Don’t you watch this stuff?”
The last time I watched porn was over the weekend because my blue balls from Hailey’s sexting needed to be released.
“I do. I guess I’m surprised you do.”
“Never said I did.”
I laugh, pointing at her phone. “You had this locked and loaded.”
She closes the window on the phone and says, “Welcome to the internet. Just a few taps and you can access a world of big ole titties and pussy.”
I stare at her awkwardly, allowing her sentence to be followed by silence. Sometimes she can have an attitude like one of the guys. Even though her last word pussy is lingering in the air, she really doesn’t care.
“I need to get ready for practice, but before I go, what should I do?”
“Talk to her. Maybe a simple conversation just like this one.”
“I know she hasn’t orgasmed. But I can’t just ask her.”
“You asked me if I do it myself.”
I point at her, standing. “It’s you. Plus, you didn’t answer.”
There are those pink cheeks again. “Of course, I do it myself. No guy has.”
“Maybe we need to find new partners,” I say, chugging the rest of my drink and placing the mug in the sink.
“Wilder, are you saying we need to break up with our partners and find ones that give us orgasms?”
I wince. “Maybe just talk to our significant others. Can we finish this conversation another time? I have more questions, but I need to leave.”
She gawks at me. “More questions? What could you possibly want to know?”
I smirk at her while trekking down the hallway. “It’s for me to know and for you to find out… later.”