I had come over to Terese’s place, embarrassed and upset, to tell her my tale of woe. Terese, a personal trainer, is my best friend.

“Sounds like he was being nice,” she said, puzzled.

We were drinking strong tea in her living room. “He was! Clay’s a sweetheart. But, T, I’d just sucked his cock and then asked him how it was — and he said that.” I blushed, like I’d blushed earlier with Clay.

Terese sipped the aromatic tea. “Why did you ask?”

“Because I wanted to know! We’ve been going out for two months, and the sex has been great. But he’s, well, the first guy I ever went down on.”

“For real?” She sounded aghast.

I looked into my teacup. “Yes.”