An hour into their private PJ party, teens Tabitha and Tammy were in the family rec room watching a thriller on TV. Tammy was sitting on the couch. Tabitha was perched on the back of the couch beneath blow-ups of her dad’s thorn pictures.

“This is so tedious,” Tabitha said.

“Boring,” Tammy agreed.

“But what should we do instead?” Tabitha asked.

“Talk about boys?” Tammy suggested.

“Boys are so tedious,” Tabitha said.

“How about teachers?” Tammy said.

Both girls giggled.

“Seriously, you’d make a good teacher,” Tammy told her friend.

“Really?”

Tammy nodded solemnly.

“But what would I teach?”

“Sex,” Tammy said.

“Sex?”

“Uh huh,” Tammy said. “Like, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

Tammy pursed her lips. “Duh—fuck.”

“No!”

“Me neither,” Tammy said.

“Do you want to?” Tabitha asked.

“I’m not sure,” Tammy admitted.

“Me neither,” Tabitha said.

“But have you ever touched a boy?” Tammy asked.

“Not really,” Tabitha said. “One time with Ronny Mercer. He put my hand on his ... but on the outside of his pants.”

“Did he have a boner?”

Tabitha nodded.

“Go on,” Tammy prompted.

“I rubbed it,” Tabitha said. “It got bigger. Then it sort of lurched. He groaned. It lurched and lurched.”

“He was coming,” Tammy concluded.

“Yeah, I guess so. I could sort of see the stain. From his ... jizz.”

“Jizz,” Tammy said, exploring the word. “Seed,” she said, drawing the word out. “Cum.”

Tabitha nodded.

“And did he like touch you?”

“He tried to,” Tabitha said.

“Where?” Tammy asked.

Tabitha let her legs slip apart. “You know,” she said.

“Oh, Tab,” Tammy said, “your puss is so pretty. Like a little flower. Your clit is so cute. Like a little bean. Can I ... Can I touch it?”

Tabitha’s thighs quivered. “Yes,” she said. “Touch it.”

Later, after the thriller ended, the girls painted each other’s toenails.