I opened it, helped her out of her thin jacket, for she had just come in from town, and she entered with a beaming face:
“You were perfectly right, for my attire has caused anger among the boys and extreme jealousy among the girls.”
She came into the living room, for she had long felt at home in my apartment. She kept staring at my penis and I said:
“If I’m stroking your pussy, it’s only natural that you stroke my dick, because look how big and hard it’s gotten because of your beauty and eroticism”. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Finally I stopped and asked her:
“You see, Emma darling, until now we have not been intimate enough to allow me to ask you such a question, but now I have progressed far enough to be able to ask you: have you ever had sex with a boy?”
She completely blushed and shook her head no. I hoped that the episode would be a fleeting one and that we would forget about it, only to hear the familiar knock on the door the following Monday around ten in the morning. I don’t like it at all, and it doesn’t suit you.”
To be honest, I didn’t expect to be taken so seriously, and then I think I made
