Filthy Dirty Laundry (Filthy Dirty Laundry #1) by Kailin Gow Page B

probably thinks I'm some
sort of moron pervert...”
              “He's the moron
pervert, not you! Sleeping naked like that. Having you over.”
              “But when I saw his
cock, I wasn't freaked out...” I'm admitting my deepest, darkest thoughts. “I
just remember wondering...if it would hurt. Inside me. Or if it would feel
good...”
              Kiley's smile is
wistful. “You've got it bad, girl,” she says. “I don't know what to tell you.
This sounds super sketchy – but also a little hot…like, if you're into it, more
power to you I guess.”
              “I'm a virgin, Kiley. I
don't know this stuff.”
              “You're scared?”
              “Of the big things,
like him being my boss. And of...him hurting me.”
              “Because you're a
virgin?”
              “Because he's huge !”
I clap my hands over my mouth. I can't believe how graphically I'm talking here.
“I mean – any girl...when they're with someone like that.”
              “Quite the opposite,”
Kiley says. “Speaking from experience, it's all about the angles and
the...technique. No cock's too big if you get the angles right. And once you
learn to...loosen up and relax, that particular sensation of being filled up is
the best part of sex. In my opinion. Just make sure you're...ready for it. Make
sure he gets you wet, in other terms.”
              “Oh,” I laugh
nervously. This is definitely not the sex-ed class I had in middle school.
“You'd think I'd know all this stuff already.”
              “Your waiting thing...”
Kiley says. “It's smart. Teenage boys and college students don't know what
they're doing. All you missed was a bunch of limp dicks and sad blowjobs. Wait
for Mr. Right – or at least, Mr. Experienced. No losers for you.”
              “My whole life,” I say.
“I saw my mom go through men like tissues. None of them stayed. None of them
mattered. I just don't want that for myself.”
              “Maybe your whole
romantic thing might just work out,” says Kiley. “Look at me. I have a great
time at night, but the next morning...I couldn't care less about most of the
guys I fuck. Sometimes I wonder if I don't want a serious relationship instead.
But you and this guy – be careful. But don't be ashamed. You need to learn to
be confident sexually. To be okay wanting what you want. You don't have to feel
embarrassed or ashamed. I may not have romance in my life, but I am completely
comfortable with my body. And that's a gift, too. Even if I don't have a Mr.
Right in my life, I know how to avoid Mr. Wrongs.”
              “So, I just have to get
over what happened with Phil? I shouldn't be embarrassed?”
              We pull up to our
apartment. We walk up the six flights of stairs. How different the place seems
after my night at Phil's! It looks smaller, dirtier, messier, sketchier than
before. His gorgeous, minimalist villa makes this place look even more like a
dump by comparison.
              “If anyone should be
embarrassed,” says Kiley, “it's him.”
              “Well, I'm not going to
let him embarrass me any longer,” I say. “I've got a dog food story to get –
and I'm going to get the best damn story imaginable.”
              “Good for you,” Kiley
grins. “I'm proud of you, girl. Don't let any man get between you and
your career goals.”
              “I wouldn't say Missy
Amy's dog's preferred kibble is a career goal.”
              Kiley laughs. “Baby
steps, Ace. Remember that. Baby steps.”
              I change into more
comfortable clothes. Clothes that belong to my old self. Loose jeans. Trainers.
A tank top.
              “Speaking of which...”
Kiley says as I come back out. “I have some gossip for you that might help. I
made friends with another bartender on my shift last