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the seat at the end of the table. She drops her bright pink messenger bag on the table without a thought for the brand new laptop inside and leans forward, resting on her elbows. “What’s new with you, Jam? We keep missing each other. Whenever I’m home, you’re not. Are you trying to tell me something?” Elle has called me Jam, short for Janice Alicia Moore, since the first day we met. My parents named me after my great grandmother, but I was always Janny to them.
          “No, it’s because you’ve been busy spending time at our hunky neighbor’s apartment.”
          “True. All weekend he fucked my brains out so hard; you’re lucky I remember who you are.”                                                            I giggle, loving her outrageous answer.
          “By the way, how did your date go the other night?”
          I rest both of my arms on the table and lean closer toward Elle. “I had an amazing time with Kyle. He’s different than I thought he’d be.” I pause for a moment and chew on my bottom lip.
          “How so?” Elle interrupts, impatient as ever.
          “He behaved like a perfect gentleman at dinner and dessert. I let him drive me home and even invited him in.”
          Elle’s eyebrows rise with each word I say. She knows I never let guys bring me home on a first date.
          “I didn’t think he’d ever kiss me and by the time he did I thought I might explode. I can’t remember ever longing for a first kiss like I did with him.” I tuck my hair behind my ear and lower my eyes as I think about our hot kiss. The way he maneuvered me into his lap and the dry humping we did had me ready to come. When I look back up at Elle she’s fanning herself with her hand.
          “Jesus, I’m getting hot just watching you think about kissing him.” I snort at her before I continue, “It was the best kiss of my life. If kissing him is that hot, I can’t wait to know what sex is like with him.”
          Elle gasps, covering her mouth, her brown eyes comically large above her hand. She slowly lowers her arm, resting her hand on the table. “Who are you and where is my prudish best friend?” I whack her in the arm.
          “Shut up, I’m not a prude. There’s a difference between being a prude and being choosy. Just because I’ve only slept with two other guys doesn’t mean I don’t like sex or think about it.”
          “Wow, you must really like this guy if you’re thinking about sleeping with him already.” I laugh. “Will he be meeting the family soon?” She teases.
          I look down at my paper and avoid her eyes because I would like that, but there’s only my brother, Bryan, and he and I aren’t close. I can’t really remember what he was like before my parents died. He’d already moved away to college by the time I attended junior high and when he’d come home we hardly spoke. Now I feel like we’ve never really gotten to know the adult versions of each other. God knows I’ve tried, but you can’t hold a conversation with a living wall. I’m much closer with his wife, Sharon, and I think she would really like Kyle.
          “I think we can hold off on meeting the family for now and when he and I do sleep together, there will be nothing ugly about it. It’s going to be hot as hell.”
          I have some reservations about dating him. I’m worried once he’s done with me I may never be the same. What does a guy like him want with a girl like me? 
          “He’s a lot older and more experienced than I am, but I really like him. I’m just worried I won’t be exciting enough for him. I shouldn’t be thinking about this anyway, we just met. I’m only going on my second date with him in two more days.” When he called me yesterday and we set up a date for this coming Wednesday night, I was pleasantly surprised.