The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
When [Oscar] returned to the house his sister said, Well?
[Oscar:] Well what?
[Lola:] Did you fuck her?
[Oscar:] Jesus, Lola, he said, blushing.
[Lola:] Don't lie to me.
[Oscar:] I do not move so precipitously. He paused and then sighed. In other words, I didn't even get her scarf off.
[Lola:] Sounds a little suspicious. I know you Dominican men. She held up her hands and flexed the fingers in playful menace. Son pulpos [They are octopuses]. (22.214.171.124-126.96.36.199)
Oh, they got close all right, but did they ever kiss in her car? Did he ever put his hands up her skirt? [...]. Did they ever fuck?
Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's-Be-Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These relationships were love's version of a stay in the stocks, in you go, plenty of misery guaranteed and what you got out of it besides bitterness and heartbreak nobody knows. Perhaps some knowledge of self and women. (188.8.131.52-184.108.40.206)
That night while we lay in Aldo's sweltering kitty-litter-infested room I told him: I want you to do it to me.
He started unbuttoning my pants. [Aldo:] Are you sure?
Definitely, I said grimly.
He had a long, thin dick that hurt like hell, but the whole time I just said, Oh yes, Aldo, yes, because that was what I imagined you were supposed to say while you were losing your "virginity" to some boy you thought you loved. (220.127.116.11-18.104.22.168)