20. Wrinley
Wrinley
I f I thought I was sore last night, it’s nothing compared to how I feel this morning. It feels like my lady bits went five rounds against a heavy weight without any training. There’s zero chance I’m not just one big bruise down there.
It doesn’t help that the fucking sun was shining through the window and I could have sworn I closed the blinds to prevent that particular eyeball assault.
I already miss the pouring rain from last night, and it has nothing to do with what happened in the rain and more to do with the simple fact that rain is just… better.
I hike a leg up on the bathroom counter to try to get a better view in the mirror, when my phone lights up with my best friend's face.
“What’s up bitch?” I answer.
“Oh, Jesus. Wrinley!” Arabella shrieks. “For the sake of our friendship, can you please put your pussy away? I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”
The fact that I didn’t even realize I’d answered with video, says a lot about my mental state this morning. “Oh, excuse me, but aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be the prude between the two of us? You know, since I’m so innocent and all?”
“Please. You may be a virgin, but you’re far from innocent.” She makes a point to roll her eyes. “No, seriously, I beg you to put it away. I love you, Wrin, but there are some things that can remain a mystery between us.”
I lower my leg back to the floor and grab a towel, wrapping it around me. “So, are we just choosing to pretend we weren’t all up in each other's business when we were twelve and decided it was a good idea to help each other figure out how tampons work because we were too chicken to ask my mom?”
“I have no idea what you’re referring to,” she deadpans.
“Of course not.”
I don’t think I could forget that.
We were twelve and due to our mutual distaste for pads and the way they felt like we were wearing diapers between our legs, we hijacked a couple of mom’s tampons thinking we were smart enough to just know how to use them.
Except, we didn’t.
We failed miserably.
We were young.
Choices were made.
Not so smart choices.
Then, Ari went home after spending a solid thirty minutes in panic mode, I tucked tail and told my mom what we had done.
She wasn’t mad. She was graceful and loving about it, like she always was, making sure to tell me how normal it all was.
Then she taught me how to use a tampon the right way, without the pain.
A pang of something tugs at my chest at the memory, but I shake it off, returning my attention to Ari. “What am I supposed to do? I can barely walk.”
“Okayyyy. So you’re not a virgin anymore. Got it. Do you have any diapers?” she asks with a straight face. I look around to imply she may be talking to someone else, because… what the fuck?
“Why would I have diapers, Ari?”
“Now that you’re a hoe, you should get some. Soak them with water and put some in the freezer. Then you can ice your vagina like a pro.”
“Does Daddy Ryker buy you diapers to ice your parts?” I gasp. “I knew he was huge!”
“We are not here to talk about me right now! Time to tell me why your vagina looks… well… wrecked.”
I was hoping she’d forget about that. Not really, but I have no clue how I’m supposed to talk to her about this while leaving out the part that the virgin thief is her fucking brother. It’s easy, Wrinley. Just tell her the what, but not the who.
“Is that all from Chad’s big weiner? I happen to know he is quite…
endowed . Shhhh. Don’t tell Ryker,” she whispers.
Maybe if I don’t acknowledge one way or another, she won’t realize I’m a dirty, lying brother fucker.
Except I really don’t want her thinking I’m just going to take her leftovers either.
“Chad was… fine,” I lie, reaching into the shower to turn it on.
“I just don’t think I’m a sloppy seconds kind of girl, you know?
So I ditched him and found some poor unsuspecting jerk at the bar.
I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen, but he surprised me.
” Okay, I can do this. It’s fine. Everything is totally fine.
“Why are you being weird? Did something happen that wasn’t supposed to?
” Fuck my life. How do I tell her to turn it down a notch or two?
I don’t need her worrying about me, because I’ve got this.
“I’m pretty sure my brother knows people.
He’s shady like that if you need me to have someone hurt him.
I don’t talk to Axel much, but I would do it for you because I love you. ”
Jesus. This is getting worse by the second.
“Arabella, stop. I’m fine. I promise,” I assure her, but I need her to stop talking.
Unfortunately, I know she’s not going to let this go and it’s my own damn fault for telling her I was a virgin in the first place.
I set this whole shit show in motion. Okay, we’re doing this.
“His dick was actually huge. I’m pretty sure he fiddled with my fallopian tubes with that thing. He’s a certified Fallopian Fiddler.”
Oh god, can I be done now?
“So, officially not a virgin anymore,” she says with a raised brow. “This is exciting!”
“Yep. I’m hymen free. It’s official. Do I get some type of certificate now?” If not, I should. I deserve some type of award for taking that beast of his like a goddamn champ if I do say so myself.
“No certificate unfortunately, but I kinda wish there was,” she pouts. “Are you going to see him again? Or are you switching things up and gonna find some fresh dick to jump on.”
Reminding myself that the Fallopian Fiddler in question is actually Axel in this conversation, a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of him inside me again.
I know they say the first time isn’t usually anything to write home about, but there’s no way it gets better than that , right?
Then, I recall him telling me he’s the only one allowed to fulfill my needs and my blood begins to simmer at the sheer audacity and arrogance that he thinks he has the right to control me like that.
“I think I’ll find some variety. Why would I limit myself?”
“That’s my girl,” she praises. “So proud of you. I have to go, but keep me in the loop and let me know if you need help finding someone for the next round. Love you, girl.”
“Love you.” She hangs up and I step into the hot shower, letting the water soothe my sore, aching body. Hopefully, I’ll be good as new in no time, because as much as my body would already love for Axel to do it all again, I refuse to let him have any more control than he already thinks he has.