"Ooh, I think I ate too much." Sasha pats her stomach, agreeing with me.
"What were those called again?" I pick up a wrapper.
"A Kit-Kat. Huh, weird name, huh?" She nods and closes her eyes. "Sasha?"
"Uhmhm?" I'm silent for a few seconds. I want to word this without sounding silly.
"Well.. you know I've never done it before an-"
"Sex."
"What?" She opens her eyes and sits up.
"Oh come in Jill. You shouldn't do it if you can't even call it what it is." I scowl and look down at my hands.
"Fine. You know I've never had.. sex. So I don't know what to do."
"What are you asking exactly?"
"What do I do, Sasha? How will I know what he likes? What if I do something completely wrong?" She snickers.
"Trust me honey, there's nothing you can do that'll ruin it for him. Males are very simple creatures. You show some skin and they go crazy for you. With that little number on, you're practically set."
"But what do I do?" She pats my knee.
"Don't worry about it. If you over think it you'll be awkward. Just do what you're comfortable with and go on your instincts." I sigh. I worry that I don't have any kinds of those instincts. But I guess we'll find out soon enough. Emmett's birthday is in exactly 3 days.
"You need to come over beforehand to help with my hair. I want to look just right." Sasha smiles and leans back against my headboard again.
"No worries. You'll look so good that he'll be begging for it." I blush and look over at my door as I hear a knock.
"Jillian? Phone is for you, dear."
"Who is it?"
"Emmett." I smile and roll my eyes, getting out of bed and going down to the lobby.
"Hi Emmett."
"Hi, love."
"I thought I told you I'd call tomorrow morning when you're allowed to come over."
"I needed to hear your voice. Plus I have some exciting news. A couple friends of mine invited me to go hiking this weekend." My stomach drops.
"Oh."
"Yeah! You know how I've been wanting to go on this hike for months. They decided it would be a birthday sort of thing even though about five of us are going. We're going to leave Friday morning and we'll probably get back on Sunday sometime. What's wrong?"
"Well, I just had something special planned for your birthday."
"Oh love, we can do it tomorrow."
"No, it's okay. You go and have fun."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Are you dropping by tomorrow?"
"Of course. I want to see you before I head off for the weekend."
"Okay. Well, I have to go, I'll call you tomorrow after Sasha leaves."
"Okay. You have a good night. Dream of me."
"Always. Goodnight Emmett."
"Goodnight, love." I hang up the phone and drag myself back up to my room. I flop down on my bed and let the tears I'd been holding in finally fall.
"What, he couldn't go 10 more hours?"
"Guess not." My tone alerts her that something's wrong. She opens her eyes and scoots closer to me.
"Jill, what's wrong?"
"He's leaving Friday morning to go out with some friends for the weekend. My whole plan is ruined."
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Why don't you just do it when he comes back?"
"Because it won't be special then. I know you think it's stupid, but it was important to me." She wipes a few tears off my cheeks.
"Nothing that's important to you is stupid to me. I'm sorry." I sigh sadly.
"Can we go to sleep now?"
"Of course. I'll go turn out the light." I climb to my pillow and flop down, more tears falling down my cheeks. Sasha turns off the lamp and shuts the bedroom door, climbing in beside me. She rubs my back as I cry silently until I fall asleep.