Monday, December 21, 2015

Worries

"I was worried about this," she said when we were back at my apartment.

"W...worried about what?"

"That you'd get the wrong idea," she said, crossing her legs, smirking at me.

"The wrong idea about what?" I asked nervously.

"This," she said.

"This?"

"You think we're going to have sex," she said, more blunt that any woman I'd ever known.

"You...you said we could...mess around."

"We can, sweetie," she said, "with one ground rule."

"What?"

"That," she pointed at my pelvis, "that thing isn't going inside me."

"T...tonight?"

"Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever."