"So have you two fucked yet?"
I casted the question so casually to Denise that I could've asked about the weather.
And of course, Denise looked stricken by my question, her cheeks flaming instantly.
"I-I wanted to ask you a question," she said.
"About sex?" I raised an eyebrow. "You're asking me for advice on sex? Wow, I'm touched."
"I'm being serious, Jess." Denise said.
"Well, you've come to the right person." I smirked and sat across from Denise. I was trying to look for the chord for my phone, but now Denise had fully captured my interest. When we were teenagers, she used to always come to me for advice - kissing, boys, etc. So now I suppose it was time for sex advice.
"We had sex last night," she admitted. "And, well..."
"Was it good? What happened?"
"It was amazing at first. Harry is so, erm, skilled when it comes to things like that. But, like, when we started intercourse," I groaned because who the hell actually used intercourse when talking about sex? "Things got a bit strange."
"Why? Does he have any weird kinks?"
"No. Well, I'm not sure if I'm over reacting or not...Jess you have to tell me if I'm making this into too big a deal."
"Alright, alright, just tell me what happened."
"We had the intercourse and suddenly, Harry looked so dark. Like his eyes changed, and his entire face changed. I tried talking to him, but it was like he didn't hear me. I'm not kidding, I feel like he was possessed or something." Denise hugged herself, visibly disturbed at the memory, and I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
"I don't know if you know this or not, but guys get pretty turned on when they have sex." I said. "He was probably just really into it." I knew Harry must've just been really into it. Niall had never done something like that, but everyone was different. Some guys liked to have actual conversations during sex; maybe Harry was the quiet ones who voiced through actions. Denise was probably looking way into this; she had always done that, anyhow.
"No, you don't get it. He scared me." Denise insisted. "It was like...he wasn't Harry anymore, you know? Like he had his own Hyde deep inside of him or something."
"Yes, sex can really bring out our inner animals." I said jokingly, trying to lighten her up. "But I can see the way he looks at you. He really likes you, Denise."
She was quiet for a moment. "Really?"
"Yes. And he seems really cool." I said, and I meant it. "He's the most normal boyfriend I think you've had."
Denise chuckled, "Oh yeah, okay I'll admit that."
"But I also know that you don't have sex that often, so maybe you could talk to him, you know, slow things down a bit. Maybe you two rushed it."
"Yeah, I think I just wasn't expecting that." She agreed softly, nodding to herself.
"You two just have to grow together. I mean, you guys are exploring new territories. It's a learning kind of thing, and trust me," I winked, "it's fun as hell. Take it from me."
Denise blushed again but smiled to herself. "Yeah, you're right. How are you and Niall?"
Of course Denise took the first chance she got at changing the subject, but I didn't mind because I liked talking about me and Niall.
"We're doing good," I said. "Mom stopped giving me hell for moving in with him."
"Yeah she was pretty upset about that."
"She'll get over it. It's not like I'm marrying him."
See, Denise sided with my mom. Denise never argued heavily about it with me, but she did back my mom up when we got into it.
"That's exactly why mom didn't want you to move in with him," She reminded me softly.
I rolled my eyes. "Like I said, she'll get over it. I'm saving gas money, so that's all I care about." Of course I wasn't just trying to save gas money. I loved any moment I spent with Niall; it was like we could never get bored with one another. Some couples get sick of each other - they need their space, and I have had my moments when I just need some girl time, but I loved living with Niall. It was the greatest decision I ever made.
"So, does Harry have any siblings?" I struck up another coversation, deciding I wanted to learn more about my sister's boyfriend.
"I'm not sure."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you're not sure?"
"I haven't asked him anything about his family." Denise admitted shyly. "He's never talked about them, and he's never asked me about my family; the only reason he met you was because I asked him to do it. Sometimes I feel like he's not at all interested in my private life."
"Maybe his mom died or something." I said. "Not everyone is willing to tell everyone about their family, you know? It'll take time. If he opens up to you, awesome. If he doesn't, then he...doesn't."
"Ugh; ever since we had sex I keep feeling weird about him. I feel awful about it. I keep thinking that he's hiding something - I feel paranoid."
"Then stop being paranoid." I grinned and added sarcastically, "Besides, maybe when you do discover his "dark" secrets, you won't want to get to know him anymore."
