Never Ever

 

My girlfriend of six months, Angela, and I were about to go out to dinner when she sat down on the count. “Hon,” she said, “I think it’s time we had the talk.”

“The…the talk?” I asked her, eyes darting back and forth from her nylon covered legs to the swell of breast, the hint of her bra.

“The talk,” she said. 

“What…what’s the talk?” I asked.

“Well,” she said, “three weeks ago you held my hand for the first time. Two weeks ago you kissed me for the first time. Last week you were kind of handsy on my breasts for the first time.”

“Y…yeah,” I admitted.

“You went from hand holding to first base to second base in just a few weeks. I guess before you do anything else we need to talk.”

“T…talk about what?”

“Expectations,” she said.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“I appreciate a boy like you gets all hot and bothered by a woman like me and I have no problem with holding hands or kissing, we’re dating after all, and to be honest, I don’t even mind you feeling me up, it’s kind of cute how excited you got touching my breasts.”

“But?”

“I just don’t want you getting any expectations,” she said.

“Expectations?”

“Expectations about going further,” she said. “Any more isn’t really the kind of thing we should do when we’re dating.”

“Like that’s for marriage?” I asked, thinking I got it.

She smiled. “Well that’s certainly something a man and a woman would do when they’re married,” she said. 

“I get it,” I said, “you wouldn’t want to do more until you get married.”

“Until I get married? No, sweetie, you’re missing the point; I like being with a man, sexually, but hat’s something a woman does with a man, not a boy like you.”

“A…a boy like me?”

“You know, not masculine, kind of effeminate…don’t get me wrong, I like dating a boy like you, and I don’t mind kissing or some light fondling, but no more.”

“No more?”

“No more, sweetie, like everything else is off limits.”

“Every…everything else?”

“Like my pussy, sweetie. I know what you were thinking, that you’d get to do more, but if we’re going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, that’s kind of a ground rule, that’s off limits to you.”

“Off…off limits? What do you mean off limits?”

“Well, I guess I want you to understand that you’re going to be pussy free. I mean, it’s not too much to expect, is it?”

“P…pus…free?”

“I mean, I might let you touch it now and then, and even lick it on special occassions, but that’s all, I don’t want you thinking you’re ever going to, well, you know, put it inside me.” She was looking at my pants, my erection.

“Ever?”

“Ever,” she nodded, “never ever.”