Do you mean to tell me that you are twenty-five-years-old and have never fucked a woman?
Jack and Lenny met while taking evening courses at the local community college. Most of their fellow students were in their late teens and early twenties but Jack and Lenny each had already celebrated their twenty-fifth birthday.
After the first evening of class, they visited a nearby coffee shop and talked about their back-to-school-after-seven-years experiences. They talked about having to buy the text, they talked about the professor, and they talked about the beautiful women in their class; especially that "mature, well-built redhead" who sat near them in the back of the crowded classroom. They learned her name was Barbara.
Jack worked in a few not-too-subtle references to his vast sexual experiences.
Lenny innocently said, "I wouldn't know. I'm not married."
That's when Jack asked the embarrassing question. "Do you mean to tell me that you are twenty-five years old and have never fucked a woman?"
"Yup," Lenny shyly responded.
Jack shook his head in disbelief.
The two men finished their coffee, finished their conversation, and each went his own way.
As he walked to his car, Lenny thought, "I felt foolish telling Jack I never had sex with a woman, but it is true. Jack simply took it for granted that I had sexual experience. I was brought up to think it was wrong to have premarital sex. I assume he was, too."
As he drove home, Lenny thought, "All those nights and morning when I jerked off on my pillow and I felt guilty as hell. Now, not only Jack thinks I'm queer but my psychology teacher tells me jerking-off is a normal biological function. Virtually all males masturbate one way or another."
As he continued his drive home, Lenny thought, "All those girls who let me feel their tits. They knew what I was doing, especially when they helped me unsnap their bras. They knew what I wanted when I went parking with them. And I thought I was some kind of a weird-o with an over-zealous sex drive.
Lenny's thoughts continued. "I can't think of one of those girls who stopped me from finger-fucking her after she let me feel her tits. And, every one of them that I finger fucked, lifted up her ass so I could take off her panties."
He smiled at his memory of Gloria. "Gloria didn't always lift up her ass. There was that night at the drive-in theatre when she went to the rest room and when she came back, she handed me her panties. 'I took them off to make it easier for you,' she said. She knew what I wanted. After that, whenever we went to the drive-in, she put her panties in her pocketbook. I guess I should have fucked her but I didn't. I jerked off on her stomach."
At the traffic light, he saw a pedestrian who reminded him of Polly. "Polly had the prettiest tits I ever saw and I have seen a lot of them. She liked it when I finger-fucked her." he remembered. "She made me come in my pants."
As he continued his drive home, Lenny thought, "All those times I masturbated against my girlfriends only one of them ever stopped me. And she was the only woman who chased me after we broke up. She still said 'No' when I gave her a second chance. Oh, well, I hope she is able to find a man who doesn't want to jerk off,"
