He flapped a hand at the werewolf, before emerging from the pillow. “It’s not always you, y’know,” he pointed out, before flopping back over onto his back. “I’m just mad because I can’t explain this right. Look. It’s … I’m just wondering if a vagina feels as good as a mouth. On my … penis. And you’ve had both.”
“No, I don’t know,” Isaac shook his head but leaned forward, desperately attempting to gleam some sort of hint as to where this conversation might be heading before he embarrassed himself further. “Don’t worry — I can safely say that I’ve never heard of this happening before, so we’ll go slow with everything, okay? And I don’t know how to answer that?”
“Well it’s not like I can just go have sex with a girl to find out, now is it?” Summer knew his tone was sharp, but the whole situation was confusing and weird, and he wasn’t even sure how it had descended so quickly into lessons on sex as a male.
Part of him hoped, desperately, that the fantastically ramped up sex drive was just somehow part of the ill-thought-out wish that had somehow caused all this. Anything that had been appealing about Isaac before was now twice so, and had a lot more visible of an effect.