Free Forever With You (Silver State Series) by Renae Kelleigh Page B

all the excitement written on his face, you’d think Harumi was reading a paragraph from a quantum physics book.
    “Sounds difficult,” says Beatrix as she peers over Harumi’s shoulder at the graphic.
    “Sounds fucking impossible,” chimes in the mystery man.
    “Oh yeah, guys, this is my friend Danny,” says Beatrix, as if she’s just remembered he’s here.  “Danny, this is Harumi, and that’s Tawny.”
    He gives us each a nod.  “Nice to meet you.”
    “Same,” says Harumi.  She glances back at her computer screen.  “What about Rock-a-Bye-Booty?”
    I’m sorry, but am I dreaming right now?   There’s a boy sitting RIGHT THERE, and we’re just going to keep talking about SEX POSITIONS?!  If I could climb inside my bed right now, I wouldn’t think twice about it.
    Beatrix seems to pick up on my discomfort.  “Don’t worry about him, Tawny.  He’s cool.”  Looking at Danny: “Right, Danny?”
    “Sure,” he replies.  “It’s no big.”
    “What are we doing this for anyway?” asks Beatrix.
    “Tawny’s getting educated,” says Harumi, “so she can charm that sexpot we met last week.”
    “Ooo, he was cute ,” says Beatrix.
    I’m not sure it’s possible for any more blood to rise to the surface of my cheeks without my head exploding.  I absolutely cannot look at Danny.
    We spend the next hour combing through every off-the-wall piece of advice the website has to offer.  After deciding Danny isn’t such a threat after all, I gradually begin to loosen up and join everyone else in their sidesplitting laughter.
     
    Beatrix:  “Try mixing a few of your favorite flavors, like peanut butter and chocolate, and licking them off his body.”
    Harumi:  Ugh, no thanks.  I don’t do food sex.
    Me:  Why not?
    Harumi:  Too messy.
    Danny:  It’s also a good way to end up with type 2 diabetes.
     
    Beatrix:  “Dip your breasts in edible body paint and use them to paint his entire body – then lick it off.”
    Harumi:  How large would this bucket of “edible body paint” need to be in order to dip your breasts in it?  Do they sell it by the gallon?
    Me:  Besides which, how does one paint with her breasts?  Wouldn’t they have to be, like, bizarrely dexterous for that?
     
    Harumi:  “If you run out of lube, mix a tablespoon of saliva with a tablespoon of water to stretch the spit.”
    Beatrix:  Exactly one tablespoon?
    Danny:  Does it say whether you’re supposed to whisk it together in a mixing bowl or something?
     
    Beatrix:  “Studies have found that the smell of peppermint can be sexually arousing.  Dabbing some peppermint oil between your breasts may stimulate some nookie.”
    Harumi:  I’ve also heard that works if your boobs have just eaten something garlicky.
     
    Harumi:  “For a special treat on your next night in, attach an eye-catching circle of rhinestones around your nipples.”
    Beatrix:  Definitely wait for a special night .  Nothing’s sadder than gluing rhinestones around your nips on a Tuesday.
     
    Clearly, some of the tips ended up being more informative than others.  Still, there were some good takeaway points embedded in all the silliness, a few of which I’ve tucked away for later.
    As Beatrix and Danny shuffle off to study for a history test, Harumi gets up to plug in her computer.  “Hey, Tawny?” she says.
    “Yeah?”
    “Text Kyle.  You should invite him to dinner.” 
    I wonder if Harumi is my very own fairy godmother, sent down from the heavens in the form of a spunky, Japanese American college student.  In any case, I fully intend on taking her advice – it seems stupid not to.
     
    Kyle – 5:30 PM
    Do you have plans this evening?
     
    I had been walking from the kitchen back to my bedroom when I read the text from Tawny, and I about tripped over my own feet in my eagerness to respond.  God, I’m an idiot for not asking her out myself.  Why have I been leaving it all up to her?
     
    Having dinner with