Epilogue
. . .
one year later
“The orgasm is misunderstood. It’s treated like some unattainable prize that only a few get to have.
But the reality is the more you know about your body, the faster you realize there are a thousand different ways to the right idea, and part of the fun is taking your time to find the path that’s right for you…
” I smile, my eyes connecting with Brody, who’s standing in the back of the room, before I add, “And spoiler, they all lead to the clit.”
Everyone in the room laughs. Even my guys.
They always stay and watch the intro to my class. A class I teach at our newest retreat in New England. Once they came to stay with me, they never left.
What can I say, they’re proud of their resident orgasm expert.
Some days, I still can’t believe this is where life led me.
But here I am, about to introduce the art of clitoral massage. Something I have Wells to thank for. Because without him, I’d never understood how powerful it is to connect with your own body.
Then I’ll explain the perks of cunnilingus, Brooks’ specialty. My thoughts briefly drift back to this morning and him waking me up as he ate me out. It’s my favorite kind of alarm clock.
But the grand finale is internal stimulation from penetration both in the vagina and the rectum—thank you, Brody.
Still the most important lesson I’ll teach today is the art of trusting yourself.
Because a year ago, I was a “cherry” to life, not just sex.
I was searching for a new version of myself until three hot not-lifeguard-lifeguards saved me from drowning in the misery of not appreciating who I already was.
Now I understand what it is to be loved and cherished. But most importantly, I learned to trust myself. I didn’t even overthink anything when they said I love you to me a month after they raced me to the airport.
People say in your twenties you learn, in your thirties you earn. And life begins at forty. And I agree—at least that’s what it feels like for me.
I stare back into the eyes of the three men who love me and who I love right back.
Brooks blows a kiss at me before they turn and file out, leaving me to my class. Life’s just getting started, and I’m enthusiastically along for the ride.
All three of them.
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