Metamorphosis Read Free

drained the contents of my glass.
    “Let’s move this conversation to
the kitchen so we can refill our glasses,” Evie interjected.
    I followed behind her continuing
my whining, “First, I get around boys and it’s like I lose the ability to speak
intelligently. My mouth dries up like the Sahara desert, my brain freezes, and
my stomach twists and turns like it’s warming up for the uneven bars at the
Olympics.”
    “You act like you’ve never been
around a boy before, Sam. Come on, you’ve kissed a couple of guys. Shit, you’ve
even kissed a girl! And you’ve read enough sex scenes in our books that you
know what’s supposed to happen. Hell, you probably know more about how it’s
supposed to go than most girls our age who just blindly and drunkenly stumble
through the act.”
    “Yes, I’ve kissed a couple of guys
before, Evie , like two, and both times were at church
camp and were one time occurrences. And you kissing me so I wouldn’t be nervous
about my first kiss hardly counts for anything,” I argued. “To think I’m
experienced in any way sexually is truly laughable, most twelve and thirteen
year olds have done more than I have. Reading about something and actually
doing it is quite different, especially when you are talking about sex. Oh, and
I thought we were going to lose the nickname when we moved here
    “I’m never dropping the nickname so get
that thought out of your pretty little head,” she smirked. “And I take great
offense that kissing me ‘hardly counts for anything.’ Do you know how many
people would love to have my tongue in their mouth?” I just rolled my eyes in
response.
    As we sat on the kitchen counter
we opted to forgo the glasses and passed the bottle of wine back and forth
between us drinking straight from the source, and I continued to ramble on
about my fears and worries when it came to entering the world of dating.
    “I don’t even know what kind of
guy is my type. I don’t know who is out of my league and who isn’t. I don’t
know if I should let a guy approach me or if I should
approach him… there are just all these questions… I feel so silly.”
    “Okay, let’s get one thing
straight ~ NO guy is out of your league!” she said sternly looking directly into
my eyes. “I never want to hear you say something like that again. You seriously
have no idea what a fucking amazing catch you are for any guy. I swear , your parents really did a number on your self-esteem. Guys
look at you all the time, you just never notice because you are too afraid your
parents will catch you making eye contact with one and then you’ll, I don’t
know, end up pregnant or something.” She continued, “As for what your type is,
surely you have some idea what you are looking for. I mean we have only read
hundreds, if not thousands, of books that pretty much cover every category of
guy that exists. Think about all of our favorite book boyfriends…”
    “That’s just the thing, I love so
many of our book boyfriends, ALL of them actually,” I giggled as the wine was
definitely starting to have some effect on me. “Sometimes I think I’d like the
All-American, college frat boy image, maybe even one with a bit of a wild side.
But then I think about our beloved tattooed bad boy rockers and I think about tracing
their tattoos with my tongue… yummy indeed.”
    “You really do have a kinky freak
living inside there, don’t you?” Evie joked. “I’m
kind of afraid of what’s going to happen once you get an actual taste of the
passion that you read about so often. If those books get your panties all wet,
what’s going to happen when an actual hottie get his
hands on you?”
    “I’m not sure… I may spontaneously
combust or my panties may just disintegrate right off my body,” I laughed. “But
don’t act like I’m the only one that fantasizes about our book boyfriends. I
clearly remember just last week a certain someone texting me in the wee hours
of the morning because