Transforming Anna

10. Lessons Learnt

"So, let me get this straight... You've never been with a guy?" Gabby's eyes grew as round as dinner plates.

Feeling slightly abashed, I shook my head. Gabby was my best friend in all the world, and we had always shared almost everything. With the exception of tales from the bedroom. It just seemed wrong- sordid even.

We were sitting in a cosy little booth at one of my favorite coffee shops.
Right after I left Andy's apartment the previous day, I checked my phone and saw that Gabby had texted me.

Carlos and his big mouth! I was never going to tell him anything again.

I was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events and my best friend was already demanding to know how my meeting with Daniel went.

I smiled to myself. If only she was knew...

Meet me for coffee tomorrow morning, I texted her, knowing that she would never let me get away with a quick summary. And frankly, I needed some advice.

So, the very next morning, I was recounting every single detail to her; from the moment when Andy kissed me (cue squealing), to Daniel's involvement with Zoë, right up to how I pretended Andy was my boyfriend.

Gabby was visibly relieved when I told her how I'd finally came to my senses and realized that Daniel was a class A idiot.

The next part was a little more difficult to share.

I cringed at the thought of telling Gabby what had gone on at Andy's apartment.

Nevertheless, I recounted the events of the previous day play-by-play; how Andy had undressed me, took me to bed and asked me to put a condom on. True to form, my dearest friend- bless her- managed to drag every little detail out of me, like the nosy person that she was.

Telling her that I've never been with a guy before, had her gasping in amused shock.

"I had no idea!" She exclaimed, evidently searching her brain for any evidence to the contrary. "As in- never?"

All I could do was shrug in response. Of course I've had boyfriends before, but for some reason the timing was just never right. Taking the next step had always been a big deal to me. Call me a prude if you want, but the 'it' factor has never been there with any of them.

Which was probably also the reason that I was always the one getting dumped...

"And here I thought I knew everything there was to know about you!" She shook her head disbelievingly. "Anyhow, please do continue. You tell Andy that you've never done it, and then?"

A deep blush colored my face. I did not feel comfortable discussing this sort of thing with anyone- not even my best friend.

"Please Anna! Don't leave me hanging here. Spit it out, will you?" She begged, grabbing both my hands from across the table.

"Okay, sheesh," I rolled my eyes. "When I told him that I was... inexperienced, he said that he couldn't... um, you know, do it, because it wasn't the way he wanted my first time to be." More blushing.

A pair of blue eyes from across the table compelled me to continue.

"He, um, did do some very nice things with his hands..." Mortified at this confession, I lowered my lids and fiddled with my fingers.

A wide grin spread across her face. "Well, that's a start. What happened next?" She asked, naughtily wiggling her eyebrows at me.
The entire conversation made me feel like a delinquent.