My heart is roaring in my ears, but I persevere. “I’m saying that I want you both to keep tutoring me. And I understand,” I swallow around the ball of feelings trying to come up my throat, “I understand that means I have to let my guard down. And let you make me...come...too.”

Shane looks intrigued as hell, but Fletch still looks worried. I’m getting better at figuring out their wordless convos now. I think it goes something like this:

Shane: Dude, this is excellent.

Fletch: It’s a bad idea. Too many things can go wrong. She’s my little sister’s best friend.

Shane: I know. Hot right?

Fletch: She’s too young.

Shane: She’s literally sixteen months younger than you are.

Fletch: We’re supposed to be looking out for her.

Shane: And we will. We help her get confident. Show her how hot she is. And we get off too. Come on, man. It’s not like we’re not all in college. This is what college is for.

Maybe I need to intervene here. “I want to remember my time in this house as when two of my really hot friends showed me how good at sex I can be. I want to do this.”

“Sex?” Shane repeats.

“One thing at a time, bro,” Fletch says. He holds my gaze for a long time, his fist clenches, and then he lets go. “We go slow.”

“Okay,” Shane and I answer simultaneously.

“I know this is weird—” I start.

But Fletch interrupts me. “This is just as weird for us, well, me, as it is for you. This isn’t weird for you at all, is it, Shane?”

“Nope, it’s not that weird for me,” Shane agrees. “So, we get to make you come tonight?” He checks his watch. “Look at that. It’s pretty close to night right about now. Let’s give you more data for your sexy notebook, yeah?”

I stand up. Taking charge of my own destiny. “Yes.” And I walk over to the couch, sitting next to Shane.

It takes another minute of awkward silence before Fletcher joins us. I think he was rethinking his position until Shane put his arm around my shoulder. Then he wasn’t about to let Shane steer the bus alone.

Fletch puts his hand on my knee. “This is all about you tonight. No penises come out.”

“I like it when the penises come out,” I reply.

We all laugh awkwardly.

“I know you do, sweetheart,” Shane says and kisses me. Heatedly. And I kiss him back with no reservations because I like kissing, and I think I took to my kissing lesson from the other night well. It feels really good.