“Are you telling me I’m better than the inexperienced girls you get at school, Baby? Well, isn’t that a compliment.” she laughed, not getting my meaning.
I contemplated, for a second, if I really wanted to have that discussion at that moment. But for some reason this woman got under my skin. I thoroughly enjoyed being with her, and not just when we had sex. Over the year I’ve been working in the firm, we spent quite a few hours just sitting in the breakroom, simply talking. We had the same humor, read the same books, and her being my sparring partner during the training sessions was always the highlight of my day.
But I never had any illusions about her. I was so much younger than her, I knew it could never evolve into a serious committed relationship, no matter how much we enjoyed each other’s company. Well, not
“To be totally honest with you ... I never got one of the girls from school. In fact ... I never had anyone I could compare you to.” I carefully informed her, dreading her reaction.
“What...” When she started speaking, it was in an amused half laugh. But then she stopped as the realization hit that I wasn’t joking. All the amusement vanished from her face, being replaced by utter disbelief.
“No! You weren’t!” she asked in half shock, half accusation.
“Yes, I was.” I answered.
“Are you seriously telling me, I popped your cherry in a bathroom-Quicky just yesterday!?”
She was leaning as far back away from me as our position allowed.
“Is that a dealbreaker?” I asked her, seriously hoping it wasn’t.
“N ... No. Not really. It’s just ... fuck, Tim. If I had known, I would have done it differently. I mean, you always seemed like you had plenty of experience. Even now I can’t really believe it.”
“What do you mean?”
Not like it wasn’t any guy’s dream to be born a sex-machine, but I somehow didn’t think that was what she meant. And I was right.
“You just ... never seemed as horny as I would expect from a fifteen ... now sixteen-year-old boy. Sure, I caught you sneak glances when you thought I wasn’t looking, but you were never drooling. I didn’t even catch you as often as some of the other guys running around here.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain why that was. Sure, I once was a hormonal teen that spent most of his time masturbating. That changed when my home situation put a massive dampener on my libido. I wasn’t one of those guys I read about on the internet, that gets off on being humiliated. So, there was absolutely no way I could maintain an erection while listening to those distinct noises of pleasure coming from the others’ bedrooms every chance they got, reminding me of how none of them wanted me. I also never had any exhibitionistic tendencies, so doing it outside my home was out of the question as well. At some point I realized that I was barely masturbating at all anymore. And most of the erections I got were those useless random boners men get when our pants sit too tight, or our underwear is too loose, or there’s wind blowing outside. But she wasn’t finished yet.
“Even when we got hot and bothered while groping each other at sparring, I never got the impression you were just trying to cop a feel.”
I didn’t feel the need to explain that either. Truth was, I was terrified of doing anything that could make her resent me. She was the only woman in my life who ever showed any real interest in me, contrary to all the others who actively pushed me away. Ever since my discovery at Ava’s sweet sixteen, I felt kind of ... undesirable. You know how mothers always tell their children they look handsome or pretty? Well, put yourself in my shoes! Not only wasn’t I told that, I was actively shown the opposite when they excluded me from their orgies. So, when Tess dragged me to the bathroom the day before, it was one hell of a surprise to me. But she still wasn’t finished talking.
“And look at you! You’ve become a hunk! A hard working hunk with money! Those girls at school should be all over you. All of it made perfect sense, when I thought you were already sexually active.”
