Put It On Paper.

Eli

Wren stood as stiff as a board waiting for me to make a move. What she was asking for was probably the weirdest thing we'd ever do together, but I knew she must have been desperate if she came to me.

I didn't really have a whole lot of experience at that age, just the things that Carley and I had done before, but we were just two idiot teenagers, we were hardly that informed. Saying that, I figured I only needed to help Wren enough to get her past this mental block with Jesse, and I was sure I could do that.

"Okay, so you guys have kissed, what about that area?" I asked, pointedly looking towards her chest. Ugh, it was already awkward.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? He hasn't tried to touch you there at all?"

"No," she said shyly, "He keeps aiming for my... um, other areas."

"Oh."

"Oh?," she repeated.

"I... okay... I thought we could start simple, but if he hasn't tried that, maybe he's not looking to start there."

"I don't think I'd have a problem with it if he did," she said, "actually I wish he would."

"Right, sure but, he's totally bypassed it?"

"Completely."

"Um, so, just to be clear then, when you say you want me to show you, what exactly did you have a mind?"

"I don't know... I... I want to know what it feels like... to be touched."

It didn't take a genius to work out what that meant, but it really threw me.

"I don't know Sparrow," I told her, "I mean, surely you know what that feels like?"

"What do you mean?"
Wren screwed her face up in a way that seemed a little false, I know she knew what I meant, and I let out a grunt of annoyance over the fact she was making me say it.

"I mean you've surely touched yourself before right? So you must know what it feels like."

Wrens eyes shot to mine in horror.
"I've done no such thing Eli!"

I took a step back in confusion, what the hell?
"You're kidding right?"

"No! I've never done that," she insisted. "Don't be so gross."

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Wren had a mouth like a sailor at times, and yet there she stood in front of me like she knew absolutely nothing.

"Okay," I said, raising my hands and backing away, "no way, I'm not doing this."

"Why the hell not?"

"Wren, if you haven't touched yourself before then that means you've never... no, sorry, I'm out."

"God damn it Eli, you man up and put your hand down my pants right now!"

"Shhh! Jesus Christ do you want the whole house to hear you? It's not happening Wren! Go home and test it out. You're being ridiculous."

"Eli, how am I meant to know what the hell to do? Im asking you to show me, why would I ask for it if I thought I could figure it out myself?"

"How do you think everyone else manages it Sparrow? Practice."

"Easy for you to say! Your equipment just hangs there and tells you when it's ready! Can't you just help me out this once Eli?"

"What do you mean this once? I've helped you literally your entire life!"

Wrens shoulders lagged in defeat, I was still trying to fathom how on earth she had got this far in life without getting a little curious about her own body, but then I noticed how sad she looked.