I was baby-sitting for Maree and Todd on that night. They'd departed for places unknown along with Rob, Maree's brother. The kids had been reasonable and had gone to bed with a minimum of fuss and fallen asleep quite quickly. With nothing left to do I'd stooged about on the PC for a while and then watched TV.
Typically there was nothing much on TV. If you wanted a decent movie you had to get one online and I just couldn't be bothered. I flicked through the channels and came across some action movie that was just starting so I decided to watch that.
I read somewhere that old-time western writers were paid by the word. This meant that their heroes were lightning fast on the draw but terrible shots, with the author describing shot after shot until the last bullet scored. No such problems with movies. The hero had a gun that either never ran out of bullets or he had dozens of replacement magazines that he could swap in in one fifth of a second. The hero also rarely missed. The villains, of course, were all terrible shots. They could empty an automatic rifle at point blank range and still miss.
The movie rolled along with the bodies piling up. A helicopter made an appearance and promptly blew up. Big surprise. Then the obligatory sex scene came along. Objectively I had to admit that the heroine had nice breasts, and they looked quite natural to me. She seemed to be having a great deal of fun on that bed.
I'll admit that I might have been idly rubbing myself while that scene took place, wondering what it would be like. It also gave me cause to ponder my current dilemma. I didn't want to be a virgin. I wanted to see what sex was like. I knew it might hurt the first time but what the hell, everyone else seemed to get past that hurdle. My boyfriend was also hot to trot and therein lay the core of my problem.
We were both of age and we'd had some fairly heavy petting sessions. More petting from him than from me I have to admit. The few times that Ian had whipped out his erection I'd noticed a bit of a smell; not a sexy interesting scent but an off-putting smell. I wasn't game to even touch that thing. As for putting it in my mouth or elsewhere, forget it.
You see my problem. Ready for sex, just not with my boyfriend. There was also the issue of size but I hope I'm not so petty as to let that sway my thinking. If Ian says four inches is average then I'd take his word for it. (Wikipedia says otherwise but it might be incorrect.)
It seemed to me that it was time to drop Ian and go looking for someone who might be a bit more compatible where certain issues were concerned. I'd just have to try to let Ian down lightly.
The movie ended and it wasn't very long after that that Maree and Todd returned home. Maree made us all some coffee (Rob was still with them) and they chatted for a while. Rob finished his coffee and shot through and then I finished mine. A gentle hint and Marree produced my pay and thanked me and I headed for the door just as the doorbell rang. Rob hadn't departed after all.
"Turned the key and something went whirr, clunk, and that was it. Turned the key a second time and I was met with silence. Not even a clunk. I've been having some trouble with the starter motor and was scheduled to get it replaced next service. Looks like I'll be doing that tomorrow."
"Hard luck. Guess you shouldn't have put it off," said Todd cheerfully. "Just wait a moment and I'll run you home."
"Um, I live just up the road from Rob," I pointed out. "I can drop him off if you like."
"Sure you don't mind?" asked Rob.
I shrugged. "If I minded I wouldn't have offered," I pointed out. "Unless you're nervous about being driven by a woman?"
"Not me," he said cheerfully. "Statistically, women are better drivers than men. Not better than me, of course, but better than the average man."
"Of course," I said. "Coming?"
I drove of and Rob politely thanked me for the lift.
"You're welcome," I told him. "You're also welcome to remove your hand from my knee."
What is it with men? If they think they have you at the slightest disadvantage their hands are all over you. That's why I always insist on Ian driving if we're going somewhere. (The fact that it cuts down on his alcohol consumption is a bonus.)
"Why would I do that?" Rob asked. "You've got nice knees. I quite like them."
"Maybe so, but they're my knees so move your hand."
"Not like that," I gasped, as his hand started sliding along my leg on the inside of my thigh. Take your hand off my leg."
"Be reasonable," Rob protested. "How am I supposed to seduce you if I can't even touch you?"
