Not Quite Like the Movies (Otis Milburn x OC)

Let's Talk About Sex

Chapter XXXV

"Otis? What a surprise!"

Eric looks up from his breakfast to see Otis stood in his doorway, talking to his mother. "Good morning, Mrs. Effiong," he says. "I thought I might as well meet Eric here before we go to school for a change."

"How lovely! Eric will be right out!"

Eric scoops up his bookbag and meets Otis outside. "Dude, what happened," he asks.

"Didn't feel like going home after last night," Otis says. "My mum already has enough questions about my sex life without me actually coming home after a failed encounter, and she's so hyper focused after this whole school visit thing that she might pick up on how I'm doing. I'll get breakfast from the vending machine at school."

"Failed encounter? With Abby? Otis, what did you do," Eric asks as they peddle their bikes. "Ohmigod, did you panic and kick her again?"

"No," Otis says. "She's just being...stubborn, I guess. Like I don't know. She doesn't appreciate the clock technique. And now she thinks her clitoris doesn't respond to fingers anymore."

"Oof," Eric says. "Wait, what was the last part?"

"Apparently, she's been struggling to climax when masturbating without a vibrator on her own," Otis says. "Which I think is some kind of mental block, honestly. I'd understand if she only ever used sex toys, but she used to respond to manual stimulation, and it's obvious that her distaste for how I've done things has caused her to have a limited mindset."

Eric looks at Otis. "Did you try to therapize her," he asks.

"If you mean, did I share my opinion what kind of issue she's experiencing, then yes, I did," Otis replies.

"...And how did that go?"

"She didn't seem to appreciate the help," he says. "She sort of...told me to get the hell out of her house and give her another two hours to wake up and be prepared to have this conversation without her feeling compelled to pour a pot of steaming hot coffee in my lap."

Eric lets out a low whistle. "Oatcake, I just don't get it. I know Abby can be stubborn and has a lot of pride, but you're only trying to help her. After all, it's like she's decided after some random moment she doesn't like fingers anymore just because using a vibrator is easier. Which, I'll admit, I don't know much about, but it sounds plain lazy if she can't even wank herself off."

"I know," Otis says. "I've read a lot of women can only achieve orgasm that way, but usually they haven't had success with other methods in the past."

"...I dunno," Eric says. "Maybe you should tell Maeve. She knows how to call Abby on her shit."

"You think," Otis asks as they pull up to the bike racks.

"It can't hurt," says Eric. "Anyway...why is Angel Man staring at me like he's plotting my death?"

Otis looks over at the exchange student and shrugs. "I don't know. French people are intense."

They both laugh as Maeve and Abby walk over to them. "Morning, dickhead," Maeve says.

"Oh, hey," Otis replies.

"I've got an 8:30 and an 8:45," she tells him. "Maybe you can focus on what brilliant insights you have for those people instead of your girlfriend."

Otis shoots Eric a look, as it doesn't look as if asking Maeve to run interference is actually the best idea.

"...Are you still upset," Otis asks Abby.