“Not really. I may have painted a poster or two.”
She’d bet it was more.
“Jesse and me, we’re not the only LGBTQ-whatever-letter-comes-after students, ya know? I’ve messed around with a couple. I give the best BJs. Everyone says.”
“Back on topic,” Erika suggested.
“Yeah. Sorry. I…I don’t know if Jesse and I were ever anything special. I thought we were, but everyone says we’re kids, what do we know?”
“Who says that? Your parents?”
“Shit. Not even. Like you guys, I bet. All’s I know is even after the crap hit the fan last week, I didn’t let Vijra blow me back after hockey. I give head. I don’t get it. That was the deal Jesse and I had, and I stuck to it.” Kensuke seemed so proud about that, so Erika tried to keep her expression neutral. It wasn’t the kind of deal she’d ever offer the man in her life—except she once had. “I mean, damn, yo! I got Olympic medalist dick. Even Jesse got off on that. Ask him.”
Erika doubted she would.