Re: Audrey/Hannah: Tea
Audrey's eyes widened despite herself, not in a judgmental or bad way mind you, but in that enthralled sort. Like when a story was getting really good and you couldn't help but inch forward and hope for more. "Fourteen? Weren't you scared?" She was holding onto her cup tightly, gratefully, Hannah was an open book when it came to such questions--and Audrey never really had people to talk about those things with. It wasn't something that came easy or naturally to her, but that felt wrong too.
"Why did they hate him? You had sex just because he was pretty? Is that all it takes sometimes?" Yes, and sometimes it only took words on a screen to get some people flushed and bothered. She inwardly groaned.
"No!" Her face became the picture card for sunscreen--it was that red. "I mean, no. Not exactly. No. I haven't. Not yet. I mean, I had memories, and the memories felt good, so I got curious and it was mortifying, Hannah." She hung her head and reached over to set her cup down before promptly flopping near to Hannah like a dramatic kid sister would. "I just ..." She wiggled. "What's it like? Good sex? Not first times, just...it's good too right and doesn't have to be complicated? Am I asking too many questions? I am asking too many questions, but you're someone I feel like I can talk to about this and well, okay, I've done...things...with myself." She slapped a hand over her face. "But do you know I never even did that until last year? I thought a literal monster lived between my legs for a while, I ignored it."
Now two hands were over her face. "...why am I such a mess?"