His name was Carl. He was 25, looked OK, was quite fit and had a reasonable way with women. He'd had a couple of steady girlfriends but those relationships had only lasted a year or two, mainly because he had a roving eye. It turned out that while his girlfriends could put up with his roving eyes they objected strongly when his hands and, to put it delicately, other parts also went roving. So Carl was currently without a steady girl but was finding it was not a great inconvenience. A lad with a smile and a pretty line in flattery could always find a girl to pass the time with, especially after a drink or two.
Right now Carl was chatting up Donna. She was 22, blonde, looked fit and had a nice figure. Or to be blunt, she was stacked, legs that wouldn't quit, a face to launch a thousand ships framed by platinum blonde hair that almost glowed. Carl had seen her in the pub a few times, always with someone tagging along, but had never approached her himself. Seeing her standing at the bar by herself he thought the time had come to get acquainted.
Michael, a friend of Carl's, had warned him off. "Listen, Carl, I admit she a looker and also a very nice girl but there's two things you should know about her. One. She's not the smartest cookie. When they coined the phrase dumb blonde, she's who they had in mind. Two. She doesn't put out. Ever. She's a virgin, she says, and will remain a virgin until her marriage. She's determined to go to her husband with a clear conscious. So, my friend, if you're looking to get laid, try someone else.
Carl had looked at Donna again. "Looking like that and a virgin at her age?" he wondered. "Doesn't seem possible, but it will be interesting to find out." So Carl had approached Donna and bought her a drink.
From Carl's point of view the night had gone well. Donna was friendly and sociable, willing to please and be pleased and seemed to know most people in the pub. OK, she had proved to be a little dumb, but that was not a great handicap, more than outweighed by her friendly personality and good looks. From the looks some of his friends had given him, Carl guessed that they also knew of her unavailability sexually.
As the night progressed and couples started to drift away Carl asked Donna if he could escort her home, waiting to see if he'd get bounced now. However, Donna and simply smiled and thanked him and said she'd be grateful.
So into a taxi, Donna giving the address, and they departed. Deciding to test the waters immediately, Carl pulled Donna towards him and began kissing her, finding that she was returning his kisses enthusiastically and expertly. A hand drifted down to Donna's breast and squeezed, but no resistance was forthcoming. Carl was feeling slightly puzzled now. Mike and his friends must have been having him on for some reason. As far as he could tell, Donna was quite experienced. He didn't see any hint that she wouldn't go to bed with him.
After a short drive they pulled up at Donna's address and Donna gave Carl a big smile and thanked him for the lift. Realising he was getting the brush off if he didn't act fast, Carl suggested that she might like to invite him up for some coffee. Donna didn't even hesitate. "Of course," she said. "Come on up."
Carl paid of the taxi and then accompanied Donna to her apartment. He knew from their earlier conversations that she lived alone, and as far as he was concerned it looked like his luck and skill with the girls was holding.
Entering the apartment, Donna told Carl to take a seat, indicating the lounge, while she went through to the kitchen and made the coffee. Carl reached out and took her arm, lightly.
"How about a few more kisses first?" he suggested, following words with actions and pulling her towards him again. Again, Donna seemed more than willing, and in a short while they were both on the lounge swapping some very heated tongue tangle. Carl's hand edged towards her breast again, only to find it gently intercepted and redirected. This happened a couple of time, so Carl changed directions. This time his hand wandered down to Donna's legs, again finding her deftly intercepting before he reached his target.
It was time for an explanation in Carl's opinion, so taking a break from kissing her, he asked Donna about the sudden no-go areas.
"I'm a virgin," Donna quietly said, "and I intend to stay a virgin until I'm married. I promised my mother, so I have to keep my word."
Carl nodded, thoughtfully. "I can understand and respect that. What is puzzlingly me is that you let me caress your breast in the taxi, but not here."
Donna blushed as she replied. "In the taxi it was reasonably safe. I liked your touch, but it wasn't as if it could lead to sex there, now was it." (She didn't know Carl very well, but he let that lie.) "But up here you might get carried away and then get disappointed when I say no sex, so I thought it's better not to have you touch me there in case I hurt your feelings later."
Carl thought that this was an odd bit of sophistry for someone who, while not exactly intellectually challenged, sure wasn't going to challenge the great thinkers of the day. He thought he'd explore her sophistry a little more, seeing where she drew the boundaries.
"I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings or embarrass you, Donna," he said, "so would it be alright if I asked you a few questions regarding your promise so that I can know what I can and can't do?"
"Oh, yes, that would be fine," said Donna, pleased that he was interested enough to determine and observe her limits. It was tiring having to fight off men who just wanted to use her.
"Could you tell me precisely what you mean by keeping your virginity. Forgive my blunt speaking, but do you mean that you have promised you won't let a man put his penis into your vagina unless you're married?'
Blushing, Donna admitted that this was so. "Actually," she added, "Mama said not to let anything there until after marriage."
"So that means a man can't put his fingers in you, or use a dildo or anything like that," murmured Carl.
