Free Whatever It Takes by L Maretta Page B

on the closed toilet seat, Diane sitting on the vanity, and I couldn’t help but sneak glances as to what Yvonne was doing to my hair.  Need for control and all of that.
     
    “Sorry,” I murmured.  I kept my head straight forward from that moment on. 
     
    “Oh, hey look at this,” Diane announced reading from the issue of Cosmo sitting in her lap.  “A guide to make sure you orgasm every time you have intercourse.”
     
    Yvonne snorted.  “I don’t need a guide for that.  And why the hell would they put that in a woman’s magazine?  Shouldn’t that be an article in Maxim or something?  It’s the guy’s job to make sure we come.”
     
    “Well according to this, there are several things a lady can do to help her climax,” Diane stated all business like.  I had to laugh.
     
    “Having trouble finding a happy ending, Diane?” I teased.
     
    It was her turn to snort.  “Ah, no.  Sometimes Mike has to go a little extra mile if he finishes before me, but he makes it his duty to get me off.  Every.  Single.  Time.”
     
    I looked at her sideways, careful not to move my head and piss Yvonne off further.
     
    “Every time?” I asked, my voice oozing with doubt.
     
    “Every time,” she insisted.  “Why, don’t you?”
     
    Yvonne stopped working on my head for a second to allow me to answer, obviously interested in this conversation as well.
     
    “Of course!” I exclaimed quickly and then backtracked.  “Well, practically every time.”
     
    “Whoa, what do you mean practically?” Yvonne demanded, pointing the curling iron at me accusingly.  “Gavin does not seem the type of man to let his woman out of his bed unsatisfied.”
     
    “He doesn’t,” I insisted.  “It’s not like that.  I mean, ninety-nine percent of the time I do but when I do I have to-”
     
    “Have to what?” Diane probed.
     
    “I have to be on top.”  I said the words quickly and with a tiniest bit of embarrassment.  This was something Gavin took notice of after we started sleeping together but never actually talked about.   Most of the time we’d start out in one position but he’d make sure to move me astride him before he came that way he was sure I did too.  Sometimes though, I would want him on top.  I loved the way his weight felt on my body and it was sexy as hell watching him fall apart with his face just above mine.  Even if I didn’t orgasm those times I still loved the connection between us and the sex was still amazing.  We tried several other positions but it was clear that the only way I’d climax was if I was in the dominant position.  I didn’t even come when he went down on me. He was great at it and it felt amazing but I was just never able to finish like that.   It had been that way with my two previous partners as well.
     
    “Oh?  What a shocker!” Yvonne’s words dripped with sarcasm as she moved to continue on my hair.  I pushed her back though.
     
    “What does that mean?”  My voice was as full of contempt as this bathroom was of estrogen.
     
    She and Diane exchanged knowing glances.
     
    “Em,” Diane started, her voice coming out more gentle than usual.  She tossed her hair, long and brown, like mine, by means of procrastination.  Then she continued, “Don’t you think that has to do with your need to be in control of everything.”
     
    I opened my mouth to protest but then stopped.  Oh my God.  I can’t believe the thought never occurred to me until now.  I clapped my mouth shut and looked back and forth between my two friends as the realization of Diane’s words sunk in.  That was it.  It had to be.  I was never fully comfortable unless I was in command and that included when I was in bed with Gavin. 
     
    “Fuck,” I cursed.  “Just when I think this shit is getting better...”
     
    Yvonne moved in to finish my hair once again.  “Emma,” she said, “you’re fine.  Plenty of women have trouble getting off if they’re not