Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
”Shegrinsmischievously.
Ican’thelpbutsmileatherconcernandherburningcuriosity,butsuddenlyIfeelshy.Iblush.Itwasveryprivate.Allofit.SeeingandknowingwhatChristianhastohide.ButIhavetogivehersomedetails,becauseshewon’tleavemealoneuntilIdo.
“Itwasgood,Kate.Verygood,Ithink,”Isayquietly,tryingtohidemyembarrassedtell-allsmile.
“Youthink?”
“I’vegotnothingtocompareitto,doI?”Ishrugapologetically.
“Didhemakeyoucome?”
Holycrap.She’ssoblunt.Igoscarlet.
“Yes,”Imumble,exasperated.
Katepullsmetothecouchandwesit.Sheclaspsmyhands.
“Thatisgood.”Katelooksatmeindisbelief.“Itwasyourfirsttime.Wow,Christianmustreallyknowwhathe’sdoing.”
Oh,Kate,ifonlyyouknew.
“Myfirsttimewashorrid,”shecontinues,makingasadcomedyface.
“Oh?”Thishasmeinterested,somethingshe’sneverdivulgedbefore.
“Yes,StevePatrone.Highschool,dicklessjock.”Sheshudders.“Hewasrough.Iwasn’tready.Wewerebothdrunk.Youknow—typicalteenagepost-promdisaster.Ugh—ittookmemonthsbeforeIdecidedtohaveanothergo.Andnotwithhim,thegutlesswonder.Iwastooyoung.Youwererighttowait.”
“Kate,thatsoundsawful.”
Katelookswistful.
“Yeah,tookalmostayeartohavemyfirstorgasmthroughpenetrativesex,andhereyouare…firsttime?”
Inodshyly.Myinnergoddesssitsinthelotuspositionlookingsereneexceptforthesly,self-congratulatorysmileonherface.
“I’mgladyoulostittosomeonewhoknowshisassfromhiselbow.
