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“Me too,” I said wistfully, imagining how great Jack would look if he had a couple more inches on his average five-foot-ten height. “So what did you do on the date?”

“We went to a bar in Bloomsbury, got drunk together, and he even bought a few of my drinks, which he really didn’t have to do. But,” she continued with her familiar naughty smile, “the fun didn’t really start until we got back to his Brixton flat.”

I lay down on the bed, pushing the box of snacks away. “Okay, I’m ready for the real story to start,” I said, snuggling into the duvet and yawning. “Bedtime story, please.”

“‘Bedtime’ is definitely the right word,” she said, “considering we spent most of our time in, on or around the bed . . .”

I laughed. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Start at the beginning, please. I want a step-by-step account.”

“Jeez. Demanding, much?” She paused to shove more chocolate in her mouth. “So, we walked into his flat, snogging loads. Then we walked into the bedroom—which was so nice, by the way. He has this huge bed with comfy pillows and a weird glass wall thing in between his room and the bathroom. He lives with a South American guy, who was so nice.” She must have heard me yawn again, because she then said, “Ellie, you brought this on yourself. I thought you wanted every detail. I’ve just been listening to you go on about Jack’s penis for the last half hour.”

“I didn’t discuss the interior design of his flat though.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “So anyway, we were just getting with each other, sitting on the bed for a while, and then he pulled my dress over my head and the real fun began. It was just incredible. His body isn’t as perfect as the last Spanish guy’s but his penis is huge and, my God, does he know how to use it.”

I opened my eyes wide and absorbed her every word, as transfixed as if someone was telling me the winning lottery numbers.

“It’s all a bit of a euphoric blur but I remember him pushing me up against the glass wall and doing me from every position imaginable. He lasted for sooo long, it was incredible, except . . . There is one tiny problem,” she added. “I am so sore right now . . .”

“What, from the sex?” I asked stupidly.

“Yeah. Like, he was so big that it genuinely hurt my vagina, and that never happens to me. It was like losing my virginity again—it was agony at times. I’m just not used to being with someone so well-endowed. I had to actually tell him to go more gently at times, and I’m not a gentle kinda gal.”

I wished I’d already lost my virginity to Jack so I would be able to empathize or at least have some idea of how to respond to comments like these. “Can’t you just practice, though?” I asked. “And then you’ll get used to it?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess. It was just a bit embarrassing, having to tell him we needed to go more slowly. Especially because he’s so amazing in bed. I am definitely up for more practice sessions, though . . .”

“And I’m sure he is too. I can’t think of any guy who would be offended that you thought he was too big. Isn’t that the ultimate compliment? And now he gets to have sex with you for as long as it takes for your vag to get used to having him inside. It sounds ideal to me.”

She laughed. “Well, that is one hell of an optimistic spin on the situation, but you’re right.” She blushed. “In fact, I’m actually seeing him again tonight, so I guess we can practice then.”

I felt a twinge of jealousy but then remembered I had Jack, and this was what being a single girl was all about: the dating, and the stories to share with your girlfriends. It wouldn’t stop just because Emma was hanging out with Sergio now.

“Em, yay! That’s amazing. But seriously. Are you guys, like, going steady now?” I teased.

“Shut up,” she replied. “Of course not. He’s great, but it’s way too soon for all that crap. Besides, I’m having way too much fun being single. Why would I want to stop now?”





 When Emma had left to meet Sergio, I was still lying in the same position on the bed. I’d swapped the chocolates for beans on toast and now had an empty plate on the bed next to me while I watched TV shows on my laptop. I was watching a particularly boring episode of Gossip Girl when Emma’s story popped back into my head. I started getting a bit panicky about the pain I would have to go through to join the post-V club. Now that it looked like it was going to be a serious possibility with Jack, I was going to have to try to come to terms with the approaching pain.