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hunter, I was the daughter of a hunter, and that meant I was atypical in every way, shape, and form.
    Oh God, form. Get the second bra off, stupid.
    Ian led me to a room, his room if I had to guess by the Celtics poster on the door. I stopped short, looking down the hall at a second bathroom. A celestial choir ought to have descended from the heavens to sing Hallelujah then, because I’d been handed an opportunity to de-bra myself before I looked like a total jerkoff in front of this new guy.
    “Hey, give me two seconds? Need to hit the bathroom.”
    He nodded and smiled, cracking the door and backing inside. “I’ll be here.”
    “You better be.”
    It was supposed to be flirty and funny, but it came out threatening, like I’d punch him in the sack if he changed his mind. Good thing the booze dulled his senses too much to notice, though for all I knew he was stupid and hadn’t picked up on it. I hoped that wasn’t the case. I’d like to have something good to say about the guy that de-virginized me other than, “well, his hair spikes were equidistantly spaced and he had a decent smile.”
    I wriggled out of the second bra and checked my makeup, sweeping the back of my hand across my forehead to rid myself of the sweat. I was more nervous than I wanted to admit, but I wasn’t backing out now. Hell, at that point I didn’t know if this was going anywhere. He could want to talk or make out or show me his stamp collection. No sense in assuming this was it, though I secretly prayed it was. I wanted to get it over with. Don’t get me wrong, I liked hanging out with Julie, and it had been an interesting night if not exactly fun, but I didn’t want to have to keep doing this to score myself a promotion. That felt like I used Julie for her network of normal people, which was shady. Plus? She looked kinda happy talking to everyone downstairs. It’d be nice to think the next time we did this, if there was a next time, I could sit on the couch and participate in the hang out instead of gluing myself to some random guy’s side.
    “Totally fine. I got this,” I mumbled, doing a cursory pit sniff to make sure I didn’t stink. I spotted a can of Lysol, and I toyed with the idea of giving myself spritzes underneath my arms, but Ian probably wasn’t so drunk he wouldn’t notice that I smelled like antibacterial bathroom spray.
    I stood up straight and breathed hard, steeling myself for whatever awaited me in the other room.
    I could do this. I was strong . I was awesome .
    I was scared to death.
     
     
    I T OCCURRED TO me halfway between the bathroom and Ian’s room that I had problems beyond the nerves thing, namely logistics. For one I’d never kissed anyone before. The movies made it look pretty easy; there were a lot of lingering gazes and glimpses of tongue, and I supposed the rule of mimicry applied here. If he did it first, it was okay for me to do it back, and if he didn’t like it, he had no one to blame but his own dumb ass.
    The second concern was endowment. Under the premise that I was quasi-small in the bits thanks to my inexperience, was I in for ultimate pain? Not only was Ian tall, but he had huge feet, and there was some stupid thing about junk size correlating to foot size. I’d liked to have dismissed it as an old wives’ tale, but the last time I’d dismissed something that sounded ridiculous, I got rabid leprechaun video thrust in my face.
    I put my hand on Ian’s door and pushed it open, getting my first good look at his room. Besides basketball posters, he had a bunch of velvet paintings, the kind with neon paints so they’d glow under a black light. Some were skulls with snakes, others were funky, psychedelic patterns. I wasn’t sure why, but I was disappointed he hadn’t turned on a black light. I wanted to see everything purple and bright. I looked around, and sure enough I spotted the long cylinder bulb above a wall mirror covered in baseball cards. I walked over and snapped it on,