A horrifying blush crept up my cheeks, remembering the naughty things o had done with Mr. Jones.
"But... what if I have been... bad... with a man?" I whispered, ashamed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Molly look at me with surprise. "Have you been doing naughty things and not sharing with your bestie?" she asked teasingly.
My blush got worse, and I hid my face in the pillow.
"Beeeccaaa," she gasped out. "What have you been doing? And who have you been doing it with?"
I shook my head, not willing to share the details. She just giggled and bumped my shoulder to grab my attention.
"Becca, it's really okay. To start off with, you are 19 now. If you wanna find a boy and be naughty and wild with him, go for it! There is no one here that should be able to stop you now that you are legal. Also, you are human and a healthy woman. Desire, lust, and all that go with it are NORMAL," she reassured me.