We had hooked up a half dozen times when we were laying by each other covered in sweat and our combined juices when she said: "We need to talk."
"Oh-ho, I know what that means, want me to just leave?" I said.
"No but after I tell you something you might want to." She replied turning towards me.
"Well what's on your mind?" I asked fearing things were going to end just as I was really getting into our times together.
"Well, I really like you, a lot, but there are things you need to know if we are to go any further."
Slowly I said: "OK......"
"Well, as much as I love being with you, in and out of bed, there is something you need to know about me and it isn't likely to change anytime soon." She continued.
"Go ahead, how bad can it be?" I asked and seeing her hesitate I just said: "Go ahead and just say it and get it over with."
"OK, well, I fuck a lot of men. A lot. Sometimes more than one a day. Not together but one after the other. I have even done it to you and I am sorry for that. It doesn't mean I don't care for you, it just means I freak knowing that when you put your cock inside me you are sticking your dick into someone else's cum."
"There I said it and can't take it back. If you want to leave please just go. I don't want to fight about this and I am sorry for hurting you but it is just something that excites me. If it helps, I want you to be the last one each time and have you stay with me afterwards." She confessed, looking like she had a weight lifted from her soul.
"So every time we had sex some other man had just been with you?" I asked. I was surprised that it excited me so much but was filled with more questions and paused in silence to try to process everything. "
She could only nod in silence fearful of my reaction.
A slide show of memories flashed behind my eyes.