I closed my eyes and summoned up all the advice I’d ever been given about drugs, alcohol, and sex as a teenager. Just say no. Just say no. Knowing his touch was only one whispered word away was pure torture, but I grimaced and forced the right words out—the ones that wouldn’t destroy my friendship. “You’re probably right,” I said. I was proud of myself for agreeing with him. My vagina had been driving my brain like it had both hands on the wheel—if vaginas had hands, at least.
