Mary calls me to the bar to hang out on the Saturday.

It's just us girls. I sip my whisky when she says, "you know Harris told me, Michael has been practicing football really hard."

Confused, I say, "Uh huh."

"Must be a lot of sexual frustration he's trying to channel other ways. You're not holding out on the poor guy, are you?" she says smirking.

The lightning strucks. I sigh. "So that's why you called me today? You want to discuss my sex life?"

She shrugs. "Someone has to teach you. James won't be of much use in this."

"It's not like I'm not trying! I-It's just that Blue is—"

"too hungry?"

I bite my lower lip.

She laughs. "You can't blame him. He's never been with a girl before and now he has a beautiful girl all to himself. Let him just do what he wants. You do want to have sex with him right?"

I nod. "I do. But it's like he's the only one in charge. It's great when we start, but then he pushes me down and I lose all the control!"

I think after having seen too many times James pulling his moves on girls, I want to do the same to Blue. But Blue is not letting me reverse our roles.

"Hmm..." says Mary thoughtfully before saying, "then why don't you try this?"