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    “Nnnngh. Soft and warm.”
    “Yeeeeeep.”
    “You have a nice belly. I want to... I like your belly. Soft squishy girl belly.”
    I had no idea what to say to that. Of course, my brain immediately jumped to ‘HE CALLED ME FAT’ because of the squishy thing, but he kissed and nuzzled it so much that I couldn’t muster an iota of real upset. I squirmed beneath him, and he took that for me liking it which, well—even drunk off his ass he could read the signs—and his hands fumbled with my jeans.
    Oh hey. Houston, we have lift off.
     
     
    T HE INTRODUCTION OF lady parts into our antics—drunken and horny on his part, sober and quasi-horny on mine—brought with it a new passel of worries. The primary one? What if he thought I looked WEIRD DOWN THERE. I was pretty sure everything worked the way it was supposed to work, but the only source material I had for this sort of thing was two minute internet porn clips and The Miracle of Life video from health class in junior high. That latter terrified me because stuff expanded and went all ovular when it should be smaller and watermelons out lemon-sized holes and...
    I wasn’t like that. I was pretty sure on that. I was not like that, and thanks to the condoms in my purse, I would not be like that for quite some time. If ever. Babies were tiny, cute crap machines, and if I wanted one of those, I’d get a puppy. At least you can give away a puppy if it annoys you.
    Ian grunted again, this time because he couldn’t get my underwear past my hips without me lifting my butt. I had no idea where my jeans were, though my shirt glowed on the floor thanks to its white pinstripes, and I stared at it as his hands skimmed from my ankles to my knees and thighs. I lifted up, swallowing a slightly panicked yelp when I felt him getting closer and closer to what was surely ugly, weird, and malformed, and OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING?!
    The good news was, on the off chance I was a freakish anomaly with the strangest looking pants bits in the world, Ian either didn’t care or he was too drunk to notice. His cheek pressed against my stomach as he touched me. It was weird at first, weird enough that I almost chickened out and told him I couldn’t do it, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything except leave him with a boner and me with a whole lot of self-loathing. Ninety percent of the women in the world had been or would be in the same place I was. People had been having The Sex since the beginning of time, and they would continue doing so right up until the sun died and took Earth with it.
    It was okay. I’d be fine.
    For some reason, thinking those things made me feel better. Admitting that it was okay to be nervous made me feel better, too. I was probably the only remaining virgin among all of the girls at the party, which meant every single one of them had gone through a similar experience and survived. I was infinitely cooler than they were, and so much more bad-ass it wasn’t even funny. If those chicks could get laid without it becoming a catastrophic freak-out, so could I.
    There was only one problem.
    “Whoa, dude. It’s not your enemy. Holy shit.” Ian’s touching had turned to pawing, and pawing apparently meant strangling my most sensitive part like he hated it and wanted to punish it forever. His finger stabbed at it like a battering ram laying siege to a castle door.
    “Huh? Are you okay, Maggie?” He looked up, his hand stilling. I forced a winning smile. In the black light, winning smile meant ‘smear of evil glowing fangs’ but there wasn’t much I could do about that.
    “Yeah, it’s cool.”
    “Sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
    “No!” I practically yelled it into his face, but there was no way I psyched myself up this much to have the whole thing fizzle out. By the way he recoiled, I knew I’d been too emphatic, and I ran my hands over his shoulders, bunching the cloth of his jersey up in my fists. “No please don’t. It’s okay,” I