Tony licks me next to my clit, and my breath leaves me. He does it again, the side of his tongue grazing my clit. The sensation is different from the caress of his fingers, but it’s just as pleasurable. He teases me with light, languid licks. I’m sure I don’t know how to breathe anymore.

Will my pubic hairs bother him the way they bothered my ex-boyfriend? Is it too wet down there for him? What about the scent?

“Relax,” he tells me, caressing an outer thigh with his hand.

I try to push the questions out of my head and do as he says. His tongue does feel amazing. And...oh...he found the spot. Desire simmers there, waiting and wanting to burst into flames again. He flicks his tongue at it, coaxing and enticing my arousal in almost methodical measure.

Gradually my need to come surpasses any lingering self-consciousness. But instead of continuing what he was doing and taking me over the edge, his tongue moves lower to the base of my clit. It feels good there too, but I’m a little frustrated because my climax wasn’t far away. He presses his tongue lower.

Whoa. There’s another bundle of nerves there. I’m not sure if it’s part of my clit, and it tickles at first, feeling vaguely like I need to pee. But I like it. I clench my core from being overwhelmed by the stimulation. I want to come, but I'm not entirely sure my body can handle it.

r /> While his tongue fondles me, he presses his thumb to my clit’s go-to spot, and I am undone. The rest of my body has disappeared. I exist only between my legs, only the part he touches. A minute later, spasms hit my body hard. I let out a low wail as my body convulses on the bed.

When I come out the other side of the orgasm, still awash in ecstasy, I manage to finally relax. My sex throbs and my legs tingle, but I am able to breathe normally. I take in a deep breath and let it out in a contented sigh.

Tony stands up and wipes the moisture from his face with the back of his hand. He undoes his pants and takes out his cock. My ability to think hasn’t fully come online, and I vaguely wonder how often he goes commando. I marvel at how hard he is, then worry a little. That thing is going inside me?

He tugs on his cock, and I see a glisten of cum at the tip. I wonder if I should go down on him, but he doesn’t seem to expect anything from me as he continues with his hand job. I want to touch him. I want to feel that pulsing hardness, that evidence of his desire.

His other hand cradles his scrotum, pulling and occasionally squeezing his balls. Even now, his gaze is fixed on me. I decide not to move, as if doing so will startle him out of his arousal. I’m sure if he wants me to do anything, he’ll let me know.

But is he planning on jerking himself off? If that happens, how are we supposed to have sex?

A few minutes later, a flush starts to spread across his chest and neck. His head falls back, his pelvis rocks, and cum spurts from him cock. He catches most of it in his hand, but a small amount lands on the bed next to me. I’m glad that he was aroused and able to have his own orgasm, but I’m also disappointed. I sit up and watch as he grabs a tissue and cleans himself off.

“Thank you for the, um, orgasms,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He inclines his head to the side as he looks at me, amused.

“So...is that it?” I ask next.

“We had sex, didn’t we?” he returns.

“Yeah, but I thought...” I look down and murmur, “I thought we were going to go all the way.”

Standing before me, he cups my chin and lifts my gaze to his. “You don’t want me to be your first.”

I sigh in exasperation. “Then what’d you buy the condoms for?”

“I changed my mind.”

“Do you not want to do it with me?”

He drops my chin and seems upset. “Why don’t you go take a shower. Then I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t want to go home!”

Little fires appear in his eyes. “I don’t do vanilla sex. And if you were my sub, that kind of behavior would land you in a lot of trouble.”

I want to point out that what just happened was surely “vanilla” relative to BDSM, but I don’t want to anger him more, and I’m too frustrated to come up with a good response, so I stomp, a little petulantly, off to the bathroom.

I close the door and stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are still flushed from the orgasms. I know I don’t turn a lot of heads, but I’m decently attractive. Talia’s co-worker at the coffee shop seems to like me, and an older businessman at The Montclair once tried to hit on me. Sure, my breasts could be bigger and my ass smaller, but a lot of women would want my body. So why is Tony so resistant to me?

Shaking my head, I turn on the shower. I guess I’m not his type. He really does prefer non-virgins, Asians, or blonds.

But he couldn’t be completely immune to me or he wouldn’t have gotten it up at all, right?

Strange how, just days ago, I was perfectly fine with the state of my virginity, and now I’m not. I’m okay with losing my virginity to him, and either he doesn’t believe me and thinks he knows better, or he simply doesn’t want to do it with me. Which is it?

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