Proof

Chapter 1

It was a regular Friday night. Nothing was out of the ordinary. My best friend Demi and me were lying on my bed, casually watching a movie, when suddenly she sat up. "When was your first orgasm?"
"What? That's so random, Dems."
"Who gave you your first orgasm? How old were you?" She looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.
Nervously I shifted on my bed. Demi was my best friend, she had been for years and we talked about anything and everything. I didn't know why I was getting so anxious about talking about this with her. Probably cuz since we met, 10 years ago when we were 16, I've had a massive crush on her.
Demi was beyond beautiful and everyone she came into contact with wanted to be her girlfriend/boyfriend or her best friend. She had many relationships over the years, but none were serious. I'd rather be her best friend than another meaningless relationship to her.
I laughed anxiously.
"Why are you being weird? We've been best friends since like the dawn of time! Just tell me!" Demi playfully poked me in the ribs.
"I've never had an orgasm," I muttered, beyond embarrassed.
Her mouth fell open. "How is that possible? You have sex all the time!"
"I don't really wanna have this conversation, D."
Demi paused and then continued in a gentle tone, "Hey. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and second of all it's me. You know I'd never judge you especially for something like this. Talk to me."
Rolling my eyes, I sat up and turned to face her. "I can't let go," I said simply. "Every time I feel my body start to twitch or something, I stop whatever is going on."
"Why?" Demi asked, a curious look on her face.
"It scares me. I don't know what my body is gonna do or how it'll react, and I get nervous. And before you say to try it on my own, I've done that before and I stop myself. It's hopeless. And fucking embarrassing." I looked down at my bare legs.
"Orgasms are natural! It's the whole point of sex."
A small smile played on my lips. "Pretty sure the point of sex is to have a baby."
She winked at me. "Not when I do it."
I laughed. "Same actually."
"In all seriousness though, I can't believe you've never had an orgasm. Why even have sex?"
"It still feels amazing, Dems," I said defensively.
"Amazing and orgasmic are very very different. Besides wouldn't it be nice to not have to fake it?"
"I've gotten really good at it," I joked.
She looked at me seriously. "I'd be able to tell if you were faking it. I think men are just idiots that they can't tell when a girl is faking it."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. She just basically said that if we had sex and I faked an orgasm she'd know.
Has she thought about us having sex before? I'd be lying if I said I never did.
When I was younger, I struggled hard with my sexuality. I finally got the nerve up to tell my best friend I was bisexual; she took my hands in hers and she thanked me.
She thanked me for being open about it because she had been struggling with the same exact thing.
I've often wondered if she would be the one to make it happen for me. But then I'd get even more nervous because I'd probably even be more self-conscious if it was her.
I felt her hand on my bare leg, and it brought me out of my head. I blinked. "Sorry, what?" I looked at her sitting on my bed in a skimpy pair of sleep shorts that barely reached her thighs and a baggy t-shirt.
Demi smiled. "I'd be able to tell you if you were faking an orgasm with me."
"You sound pretty full of yourself. I don't know, D. Nobody has ever been able to tell before."
"You've never slept with me," she said matter of factly.
Damn. She's cocky as hell right now. I know Demi better than I know myself. She's only cocky when she's absolutely 200 million percent sure of something.
I know that whatever I say next may change our relationship forever. Do I do it?
Taking a deep breath, I say, "Okay. Prove it."

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