Page 29 of H Is for Hardcore

“Me, too,” I said.

“You can stay here,” she said, “if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’d like it too,” she said, standing. “I’m going to turn the light off.”

“Okay.”

In the dark, I saw her silhouette; she was removing her clothes. I also took my clothes off and got under the covers. She joined me; we didn’t touch. My hand went to her body; she was still wearing her bra and panties. I moved closer to her, kissed her.

“I don’t think I want to screw,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“I mean, I’m not sure if I can.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not sure if I’m in the right frame of mind.”

“Okay.”

“It’s not okay,” she said. “You don’t understand, you don’t know.”

“I want to,” I said.

“I know you do.”

“Hannah,” I said.

“It’s nice having you in my bed,” she said.

“It’s nice to be in a bed with someone.” She placed her head on my chest and then a hand, playing with the hair. We were quiet, touching each other. Her hand moved down and grasped my cock.

“This is nice,” she said.

“Yes,” I said, “it is.”

“Nice....”

I kissed her on the head.

“I’m twenty-eight years old,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m still a virgin.”

I laughed, after a moment.

“This is true,” she said.

“Now who is giving who a line?”

She let go of my cock. “I made up my mind years ago that I would save myself for my husband, because some day I plan to marry a nice man. And this man will expect me to be a virgin.”

“I see.”

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