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Vanessa　had　already　tried　sex　a　couple　of　times　before　with　her　ex…boyfriend　Clark；　an　older

bartender　she？d　gotten　together　with　briefly　in　the　fall；　when　Dan　（along　with　the　rest　of　the

predictable　male　population）　had　been　too　busy　mooning　over　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　to　notice

that　Vanessa　had　fallen　in　love　with　him。　Even　if　Vanessa　had　just　done　it　for　the　first　time；　she

would　have　been　matter…of…fact　about　it；　because　that　was　the　way　she　was　about　everything。　Dan；

on　the　other　hand；　wasn？t　matter…of…fact　about　anything；　andhe　was　the　one　who？d　just　been

deflowered。　She　couldn？t　wait　to　hear　his　reaction。

？It　was　。　。　。？　Dan　stared　unblinkingly　up　at　the　gray；　turned…off　lightbulb　dangling　from　the　center

of　the　ceiling；　feeling　immobilized　and　overstimulated　at　the　same　time。　Their　hips　were　touching

under　the　thin；　burgundy…colored　sheet；　and　it　felt　like　an　electric　current　was　running　between

them；　pinging　out　of　Dan？s　toes；　his　knees；　his　belly　button；　his　elbows；　and　the　ends　of　his　hair。

？Indescribable；？　he　finally　answered；　because　there　really　were　no　words　to　describe　how　it　had

felt。　Writing　a　poem　about　sex　would　be　impossible；　unless　he　resorted　to　boring；　clich？d

metaphors　like　exploding　fireworks　or　musical　crescendos。　Even　those　were　totally　inaccurate。

They　gave　no　sense　of　the　actualfeeling　；　or　how　sex　was　this　whole　discovery　process　during

which　everything　monplace　became　absolutely　amazing。　For　instance；　Vanessa？s　left　arm：　it

wasn？t　a　particularly　spectacular　arm？fleshy　and　pale；　covered　in　brownish　fuzz；　and　sprinkled

with　moles。　While　they？d　been　having　sex　it　had　no　longer　been　the　same　old　arm　he？d　known

and　loved　since　he　and　Vanessa　had　accidentally　gotten　locked　out　of　a　party　in　tenth　grade？it　had

been　an　exquisite；　precious　thing　that　he　couldn？t　stop　kissing；　something　new　and　exciting　and

delicious。　Oh；God　。　See？　Everything　he　could　think　of　to　describe　what　sex　was　like　sounded　like

a　lame　ad　for　a　new　cereal　or　something。　Even　the　wordsex　was　wrong；　andmaking　love　sounded

like　a　bad　soap　opera。

Electricwould　have　been　a　good　word　to　describe　what　sex　was　like；　but　then　again；　it　had　too

many　negative　connotations；　like　the　electric　chair　or　an　electric　cattle　fence。Teeming　was　another

good　word；　but　what　did　it　mean　exactly？　Andquivering　sounded　too　dainty　and　puny；　like　a

scared　little　mouse。　If　he　were　ever　going　to　write　a　poem　about　sex；　he　wanted　to　provoke

thoughts　of　sexy；　muscular　beasts　like　lions　and　stags；　not　mice。

？Earth　to　Dan？？　Vanessa　reached　over　and　flicked　her　finger　against　his　earlobe。

？Pinnacle；？　Dan　muttered　senselessly。　？Epiphany。？

Vanessa　ducked　under　the　sheet　and　blew　a　giant　raspberry　on　Dan？s　pale；　hollow

stomach。　？Hello？　Are　you　in　shock　or　something？？

Dan　grinned　and　scooted　her　up　his　chest　so　he　could　kiss　her　Cheshire　cat　mouth　and　dimpled

chin。　？Let？s　do　it　again。？

Whoo！

Vanessa　giggled　and　rubbed　her　nose　against　his　unruly　brown　eyebrows。　？So　I　guess　you