Maddie shuffled into the kitchen in her slippers. She still had her makeup on from the night before and her hair was mussed up like a giant rat’s nest.
“Rough night?” Olivia asked.
“Fuck me,” Maddie moaned and leaned against the counter as she filled up a glass of water. “I hope that I can keep this down.”
“It’s water,” Olivia said. “Where were you last night?”
“Ugh. After closing up the restaurant, we all sat around and polished off a bottle of tequila.”
Maddie pulled out the chair next to Olivia and gingerly sat down. Olivia could smell the alcohol as it seeped out of her sister’s body. Olivia took a bite of her toast with peanut butter and leaned back in her chair, thankful that she didn’t feel like Maddie. Olivia drank every once in a while, but never to excess, and she’d never been even remotely hungover.
“What are your plans for the day?” Olivia asked.
“Thank god, I have the day off. I’m going to go back to bed and only come out when I can eat something without barfing it back up.” Maddie leaned forward and pressed her forehead into the palms of her hands. “What are you up to?”
“I’m going to practice my pieces for my audition. That’s really all I have on the agenda.”
Maddie did her best to smile, “I admire your dedication. I wish I was passionate about something.”
Olivia was about to respond when Maddie jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Olivia could hear her dry heaving, loudly, through the closed door.
Maddie’s phone blinged and Liv couldn’t help but read the text message that popped up on her screen. It said: ‘U alive? Thx for the gr8 evening gorgeous’. Olivia wondered who had sent it and felt a pang of jealousy. Men tripped over themselves to be with Maddie.
Maddie shuffled back to the table and picked up her glass of water. “I’m going back to bed.”
Olivia handed Maddie her phone, “Someone messaged you thanking you for last night”.
Maddie smiled and slid her phone into the pocket of her pink fuzzy housecoat.
“What, you aren’t going to tell me who it is?” Olivia teased.
“Liv, you wouldn’t understand,” Maddie said.
This intrigued Olivia to no end. “Why wouldn’t I understand?”
“You’re so virtuous. I like to have a little fun every now and again, without any commitments. I just don’t feel like being judged by you right now.”
“I’ve never judged you, a day in your life!” Olivia said defensively.
“Try every day.”
“As if,” Olivia said angrily. “I wish I could be more like you!”
“No, you don’t.”
“As a matter of fact, if you must know, I made out with that biker guy, Blaine the other day. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
“Excuse me? What?” Maddie’s eyes perked up. She grabbed Olivia’s hand and dragged her to her to the living room. “Come join me in hangover camp,” she said as she crawled under her duvet on the couch. “I was going to do some Netflix binging, but this is way better entertainment!”
Maddie cocooned herself under the blanket in the fetal position. Olivia picked up the corner of the cover to crawl under beside her but was overcome by a wave of hangover stink, so she sat in the recliner and balanced her plate of toast on her leg.
“So, how did this all happen?”
“I was at Steve’s barn, minding my own business and he just walked in.”
“What was he doing there?”
“I’m not too sure actually, he and Steve really got into it about something though.”
“And he just walked up to you and started making out with you?”
“No.” Olivia laughed. “It wasn’t like that at all. He asked where Steve was and then seemed interested in the mandolin I was playing.”
“Sure. The mandolin,” Maddie said dubiously.
“No, really. He seemed genuinely interested in it. He asked me to play something and then we just ended up kissing. It was really sweet and passionate. Not what I expected at all.”
“Well, don’t judge a book by its cover. The sweetest most docile boys I’ve been with have been lunatics in the sack,” Maddie said. “So, when are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know. Steve walked in and interrupted.”
“Ha. Ha!” Maddie cackled. “This just gets better.”
“Not really, I still don’t know how to find him. And whether or not I want to,” Olivia’s voice trailed off.
“Well, he’s probably bad news, but all men are. Why wouldn’t you want to see him again?”
“Mads, I’m embarrassed,” Olivia said, looking down at the living room’s worn shag carpet.
“Liv, are you still a virgin?” Maddie asked incredulously.
“Yes. And I’m not proud of it.”
“What? Be proud of it! It’s going to be very special for you and whoever you decide to lose it to.”
“How can it be special? I won’t know what to do. Especially with a guy like that one – he probably sleeps with strippers.”
“Your body will know what to do. Trust me,” Maddie said. “But I don’t think your first time should be with that biker. It should be with someone that you care about and trust.”
Olivia didn’t want to say anything to her sister, but she already felt a connection to Blaine. She knew that he would stand up for her and protect her, she didn’t know how, but she knew it in her bones.
“But you should probably watch some porn and get some pointers for blowjobs. Those things certainly aren’t intuitive.”
Olivia felt herself blush. She had never had the desire to perform oral sex on anyone, but the idea of taking Blaine’s manhood into her mouth made her body flush with warmth. She realized that she wanted him, all of him. She wanted to kiss his lips, his chest, his stomach, his cock. She wanted to suck on him and make him feel good.
Olivia felt herself blush and tried to change the subject, but Maddie wasn’t having it. She continued, “Be sure to spit, or lick your hand, if that’s how you plan to get him going. And cover your teeth with your lips, although I’ve been with some guys who like a little teeth-drag now and again.”
“Maddie, stop!” Olivia squealed.
“What? If you’re going to do it, you shouldn’t be squeamish talking about it,” Maddie said, attempting another sip at her water. “Oh, and it should be sloppy. As a matter of fact, the sloppier, the better!”
“Noted,” Olivia said in an attempt to end the uncomfortable conversation.
“Oh, and always swallow.”
“Got it. Swallow. What’s the alternative – spitting it out? Where do you do that?”
“Don’t even worry about that. Just swallow.”
Maddie’s phone chimed again. She picked it up and smiled before texting back.
“So, are you going to tell me who you’ve been messaging?”
“My boss, Brian,” Maddie said. She looked Olivia in the eye, challenging her to confront her about it.
“Oh. I see,” Olivia said. “Won’t that make things awkward at work?”
“It hasn’t yet,” Maddie said. “Oh, and he definitely likes his BJ’s sloppy.”
“Ewwwww,” Olivia squealed and threw a cushion at Maddie.
Maddie sat up and turned on the tv. “Hey kiddo, I think I can manage some toast. Will you make me some soldiers?”
Olivia rolled out of the recliner and went into the kitchen to make some toast. As she waited for the bread to pop up her mind wandered to her day. She knew that she had to start practicing for the audition, and as much as she didn’t want to take her sister’s advice, she knew that she had better start studying some bedroom skills.