After Sex Page #3

Kristy, I want you

to swear

that no one

was over here.

I swear.

Okay.

Kristy, you know that

you can talk to me, right?

Yeah, sure.

I mean about boys

and, um...sex.

Mom...

I don't know if your

father and I ever had...

that talk with you.

Mom...

You know,

the sex talk.

Anyway, it goes

like this.

It, um...

When-- When you reach

a certain age, you...

you start having

feelings and--

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Oh, you do?

Yeah. I've known

since the sixth grade.

Don't you remember when

I walked in on you and Dad

doing it dressed like

Superman and Lois Lane

while Tim,

the creepy guy next door,

took notes dressed

as Jimmy the reporter?

Oh...yeah.

Well, um...

Good. Right. Uh...

So I'm here if--

if you ever want

to talk to me,

all right?

And, um,

if you ever...

are going to...

do anything,

just please be careful.

And, um...

use, um...

you know...

a condom.

Mom.

Okay, okay!

I just want you

to be...

I just want you

to be all right.

I'm fine, Mom, thanks.

Kristy?

Yeah?

Better get him out of here

before your father gets home.

Sh*t.

I am so f***ed.

Are you?

Yeah, and you are, too, unless

you get the hell out of here.

Enough said.

What are you doing?

Going out the balcony.

What does it look like?

Just go out

the front door.

My mom already

knows you're here.

I'm not walking

past your mom

after she knows

we just did it.

You can deal with

an entire high school

full of people knowing you threw

up during your first blowj*b,

but you can't

walk past my mom?

Good point.

Nice.

Yeah, it was nice.

Get out of here!

Bye.

Bye.

# The specialness

of today... #

Well, that was nice.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You wanna

do it again?

No, not right now.

Okay.

I just wanna marinate

in this for a while.

You do know this is

just casual, right?

Yeah, of course.

Okay. Good.

'Cause I don't want you

freaking out on me,

catching feelings and sh*t.

Look, I'm not into girls.

I just like my p*ssy licked,

and you like to lick it.

That's our dynamic,

no more, no less.

Yeah.

I just want you to get it

through your head right now--

No, it's understood.

No feelings whatsoever.

Okay.

Anyway, I'm not--

I'm not gay either.

You know, this is...

It's fun.

Okay, whatever.

You don't have to hide

the fact that you're gay.

I don't care.

I'm not.

Look, you can do

whatever you want.

I just don't want you falling

in love with me, that's all.

I don't have patience

for that type of of bullshit,

man or woman.

Okay.

Nikki, you think

I'm gay?

Aren't you?

I mean, I don't know.

Well, anyone that likes p*ssy as

much as you do has got to be gay.

All right!

I like guys, too, okay?

Really? When was the last

time you were with a guy?

Uh, high school.

Okay.

Did you like it?

That's what

I thought.

Look, who cares, okay?

You like p*ssy,

I like d*cks.

No big deal.

Whoa, whoa.

Do you have to be

so crude about it?

What's that mean?

I mean, like--

I don't know.

You can be--

You can be...

really abrasive sometimes,

you know, that's all.

No, that's the way

I talk.

If you don't like it,

too f***ing bad, okay?

I'm blunt; I call it

as I see it.

Really?

Yeah.

You're an aspiring

rug muncher

who makes me come.

Well, I'm a raging b*tch

who loves the cock.

That's the reality

of the situation.

Look, the only reason

I let you go down on me

is because it's been a little

slow around the dorms lately.

And well, frankly,

I'm a little bored

with the selection

of available f*** sticks

around here, okay?

Oh, Jesus, Kat, please, please

do not get emotional on me, okay?

I'm not emotional!

Yes, you are!

I'm a c*nt, and you

should know that, okay?

You're my f***ing roommate,

for Christ's sake!

Have you ever seen me

be nice to anyone?

No, no, I guess not.

Okay, exactly.

It's just that...

you're so different when

we're fooling around, you know?

Well, yeah! That's 'cause

you're getting me off.

Oh, my God!

Like...

Well, maybe

it's the only time

I'm able to suppress my

f***ing bitchiness long enough

to appear like

a decent human being.

Just in case I haven't

made it clear to you,

Kat, I'm not.

All right.

Okay.

You do know

you're gay, right?

Yeah.

Is that the first time

you've ever said that?

What, that I'm gay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Cool. I'm honored.

Oh, shut up.

Look, Kat,

I'm serious, okay?

Look, you're being honest with

yourself about who you are.

I don't know. Maybe a little

bit of me is rubbing off on you.

Oh, God forbid.

What? As f***ed up

as I may be,

I must have some

redeeming qualities, right?

You definitely

have a few.

You are a slut.

I can deal with that.

Okay.

Just do me a favor and don't

repeat this conversation, okay?

Okay. As long as you don't tell

anybody that you give me steady orgasms.

Deal.

Okay.

So, what, you don't

want anyone to know?

No, it's not that.

It's just...

I want to do it on my

own timeline, you know?

And besides,

it's nobody's business.

Eventually,

I am gonna come out.

Do your parents know?

F*** no.

They would sh*t

a solid gold brick

if they were

to find out.

Well, listen to you,

Miss Potty Mouth.

Well, it must be

sexually contracted.

Oh, meh-maybe!

But okay, I mean,

listen, Kat...

what are they gonna do

when they find out?

Oh, first, they'll

probably disown me.

Then after a while

of not speaking to me,

they'll act like

they're doing me a favor

by having me explain

to them exactly why

I'm making the decision

to be gay.

Oh, my God, that is

just so f***ed up.

Tell me about it.

So what's it

taste like anyway?

What?

P*ssy.

I don't know.

Seriously,

I want to know.

Well..

Wha--

You wanna know.

Oh, come on.

I don't want to know that bad, okay?

I'm just curious

is all.

Oh.

I don't know.

It tastes good.

I like it.

Oh, really? I know

you like it, okay?

I just-- I mean, like,

what does it taste like?

Look, does it

taste like chicken?

Does it taste

like potatoes?

I mean, does it

taste like tuna?

Don't!

Oh, I can't--

No, it--

You know it smells like tuna.

No, it depends, okay?

It-- It depends.

It's always a little

different and-- and...

I guess a little salty.

And everybody's unique.

What do I taste like?

What-- no--

You asked, Nikki.

I know,

but I just...

I just-- I mean, like, I would

just assume it's nasty, so--

Why?

It's a moist cavity

between your legs, Kat.

A moist cavity?

I've nev--

It is, okay?

And it sometimes

gets sweaty,

so it sometimes

smells.

It's just...

It's just

a little gross.

No, it's not.

You definitely...

You want it clean.

You honestly want to know

what you taste like?

Well, I asked

didn't I?

Okay. Come here.

Open your legs.

You taste...

so f***ing good.

Okay, I'm no lesbo,

but that was really hot.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Almost made me want

to go down on you.

Really?

Almost.

Uhh! Oh!

I forgot how fun

that was!

Well, speak for

yourself, old-timer.

I'm gonna hunt down

and kill that doctor

who gave you

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