Romy says when I get back to my dorm room, my face puffy and red. “Other than the tears, I mean.” I already told her about my dad wanting me to quit the football team when I ran into her after dinner.“Different how?” I try to play it cool and fail miserably. “I don’t know why I’d look different. There’s no reason why I’d look different.” I shrug and unbutton my cardigan.“Oh. My. God,” Romy whispers in awe. “You had sex.”My cheeks are instantly turned to a burgundy shade. “No I didn’t. Why - why would you say that?”Romy shrieks and hops off her bed, bouncing up and down. “You had sex. You did. You’re not a virgin anymore.” She flops onto her mattress dramatically. “Deflowered by the biggest cock on campus. That’s just your luck, isn’t it?”I scowl at her. “How do you know the size of Saint’s – you know. Thing?”Romy rolls her eyes. “You’re having sex now, Esther. I think you should be able to say cock without getting embarrassed.”
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