It had been a long night. Watching a XXX tape on Rose Ann's new VHS machine. Taking care of Rose Ann during her drunken state. It had also been an early morning when Rose Ann, waking with the urge to pee, had screamed bloody murder after finding me in her bed and clutching her boob. Both of us were still feeling the effects from our drunken binge. Even with the drama of the last hour, it was Rose Ann who stretched out like a limp kitty and fell asleep first. I wasn't long behind her in finding my rest.

T-Minus 62 Hours...

It was late in the morning when I woke. My little nap had done wonders to lessen my hangover and brighten my mood. At some point during our nap, my hand had migrated to cup one of Rose Ann's full breasts again. Apparently, my subconscious had boob-radar which guided my hand with unerring accuracy to the nearest available breast. Waking with a soft boob in my hand and a beautiful, naked body pressed to mine, I was loath to leave our warm little nest but nature was calling my name.

Nature was calling my name but the soft flesh and semi-hard nipple in my hand had my name, street address, phone number, and birth date. I know, I know... I'd made a big thing out of not taking advantage of Rose Ann while she'd been drunk. Yet here I was cupping and fondling her tit while she slept. I was sure I'd feel guilty later but her nipple was getting so hard from my thumb rubbing it! The strain to keep liquid in my bladder that wanted out finally had me withdrawing my hand.

I tried not to wake Rose Ann but that proved impossible since I was trapped between her soft, warm body and the cold, hard wall my bed was pushed against. Isaac Newton missed one Law of Motion. Maybe I should patent it as Daniel's First Law Of Cuddling: For every motion a man makes to separate two bodies, a woman will unconsciously move to fill that space. The only way I could leave the bed was to push Rose Ann away far enough that I could crawl over her. Even half-asleep, Rose Ann resisted being moved and then kept sleepily pouting for me to stay as I moved over her. Only a very urgent need to piss kept me moving over the delicious, naked body under me.

Minutes later my bladder was happy, my teeth were brushed and my breath smelled minty fresh. From my bedroom door, I looked at the nest of sheets and blankets on my bed and gave serious thought to going spelunking for the self-proclaimed willing virgin who was somewhere in that warm nest. But the sheets were moving as Rose Ann stretched and yawned, almost fully awake and probably with her own urgent needs. Knowing what one of her urgent needs would be I continued on to the kitchen.

I was opening cans when she appeared and stumbled into the washroom. I was cutting carrots into small chunks when she reappeared shuffling her steps to her bedroom. I poured a cup of coffee and fixed it the way she liked as she came zombie walking out of her room. At least she isn't naked, I thought with a mental sigh of relief. True, the open flannel shirt and panties with just the slightest hint of a camel-toe didn't cover much but they were something. Sleepwalking towards me with messed-up bed hair while scratching her head with one hand and an ass cheek with the other, Rose Ann still managed to look absolutely adorable.

After a long stretch which involved every muscle from toes to hair, she plopped her butt down on one of the bar stools beside the small counter that separated the kitchen from our common room. With head hanging forward, long strands of tangled hair fell to cover her face. From somewhere in that jungle of hair came one word, "Coffee."

"And a good morning to you, too, Little Miss Sunshine."

Rose Ann didn't rise to my challenge for a proper greeting. Just a more demanding huff, "Coffee!"

I pushed her coffee cup across the counter. Eyeing the full-to-the-brim cup, something in her brain decided that lifting without spilling was beyond her capability. Pulling hair out of the way, her head bent as she slurped from the cup.

"Barbarian," was my comment.

"Piss off," was her reply as she found the strength to lift the now only partially full cup to mouth. Pushing the empty cup to my side of the counter, "More!"

I fixed her another cup the way she liked and, sliding the now ready sandwich out of the skillet onto a plate, pushed cup and plate in front of her. Taking a large bite of the sandwich, Rose Ann entertained me for several seconds fanning her mouth, taking great breaths of cooling air while gargling something that sounded like, "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... HOT! Hot cheese! Hot cheese!"

"Dumbass. You saw me take the grilled cheese sandwich straight out of the pan."

Rose Ann ignored me while taking much smaller bites of her sandwich between sips from her cup.

"I want another grilled cheese sandwich," Rose Ann put her order in while nibbling at her cooling sandwich.

"Rose Ann, you do realize that as I am from the country that the English language originated, I know that words such as Please and Thank You exist. I even believe they exist in this bastardized American language many insist on labeling English."

"I don't feel good," was her only reply. "Aspirin," was her next demand.

Leaning over the counter I looked down the gap of her shirt. "You may not feel well but you certainly look good," My lesson in grammar flew completely over her head. I got the bottle and shook out two pills into her waiting palm. I waited until she'd used the last of her coffee taking them before retrieving both empty cup and plate. Shortly, I slid more coffee and another sandwich her way.

Still no thanks, but while nibbling her way through her sandwich Rose Ann did inform me, "I'm still mad at you."

"Whatever for," I asked, all innocence.

"Not making a pass for three fucking months... I was drunk and in bed with you and still nothing! And now you're laughing at me!"

I couldn't help laughing again. Only a little as Rose Ann's attention shifted from her sandwich to me. She did not have her happy face on. "Rose Ann, even if you weren't a virgin there is no way I would ever take advantage of you while you were drunk and passing out."

"Well, I'm not drunk now and why, if you're all so concerned about not taking advantage of me, why was I dreaming that someone was playing with my boob a little while ago?"

I assumed an air of innocence, "I haven't a clue what you're talking about. Besides, I'm such a magnificent chap I'm certain women dream of me all the time."

Rose Ann gave me a stink-eye but let that pass. Her coffee and sandwich finished, she didn't ask for more. Propping her head up on a hand, she sat quietly while watching me cut meat into small bites. Letting a large amount of butter melt in the skillet, I added the bits and stirred until the meat was lightly seared. As I added both meat and butter to the large pot simmering on the stove, Rose Ann roused herself enough to say, "That smells good, Daniel. How did you get to be such a good cook?"

"My Mum was a single mother raising me. She worked long hours and when I got old enough I started doing the home chores." I pointed the stirring spoon at an open book on the counter, "It's called a cookbook, Rose Ann. You can look at it if you wish. It even has pictures."

Rose Ann rested her head on her hand again and stuck out her tongue at the cookbook as her only response. As I began peeling potatoes she quietly asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"Would you like the list alphabetically or just off the top of my noggin as they come to me?"

Ouch! A double stink-eye!

"There's nothing wrong with you, Rose Ann," I said to placate the she-demon. "Why?"

"High school... Dating. I never felt that need to have sex. All the boys I dated had that need... My girlfriends had that need and would talk about what they did on dates... I'd want to but I'd always back away before... So, here I am, twenty years old and the only girl I know who has never had sex."

Rose Ann's voice trailed off. I finished peeling a potato and began another while repeating, "There's nothing wrong with you, Rose Ann. You just 'developed' slowly. Like some girls start growing boobs earlier than others. And those wankers you dated? They were idiots."

"And if I'd accepted your offers to go on a date? Would you have been any different?"

"I'd like to say I would have been different but at seventeen? With your delicious body in my car? Hell no!"

We both laughed and Rose Ann gave me the compliment of saying she thought I would have been different from her other dates even at seventeen. "I know that now but back then? We always seemed to click together like two pieces of a puzzle. I just didn't want to take a chance at finding out that you were like the other boys and ruin a good friendship, so I never agreed to go out with you."

"Bloody Friend's Zone," I said in disgust while starting to dice the potatoes.

Rose Ann was agitated now and her words were coming faster, "For years, all those boys trying everything to get my pants off and me saying no! And now!" Rose Ann pounded the counter with closed fists, "I want to! Maybe it's my time... Maybe it's you... Maybe it's a combination of my time and you! And now it's the fucking boy who won't take HIS BLOODY PANTS OFF!!"

"Rose Ann," I attempted to interrupt but she was on a roll and just talked over me.

"Dammit, Daniel! You've been wanting to fuck me for three years. And, now? You want to wait! I'm tired of waiting! I've waited months for you to do something! Anything! You could drop dead before New Years and I'll still be left a virgin. Wondering how long I'll have to wait before I'll find the right guy again!"

"I'm glad that my death will mean so much to you!"

"Fuck you, you English prick!"

"Hey! You can call me prick, asshole, bastard or anything else but don't disrespect my country, Bitch!"

"Asshole!"

We both stopped yelling to glare at each other. I calmed first and asked, "Feeling better with that out of your system?"

Rose Ann dropped her eyes and let out a long breath of air. Sheepishly, she admitted, "Yeah, I do." Then, running her fingers through the tangled mop her hair was in, she let out a disgusted, "Crap! I need another shower. I should've known better than to fall asleep with damp hair."

Pushing away from the counter she walked to the door of the washroom. Leaning over to give me a good look while slipping out of her panties she dangled them from one finger before dropping them to the floor. Pulling her shirt down to mid-back while modestly keeping her breasts covered Rose Ann looked at me over her shoulder. "Are you coming with me," she asked in her breathiest, sexiest voice.

"You have no idea how much I want to..." I groaned before adding under my breath. "But I'll settle on a shower." Deciding the soup could wait I covered the pot and turned down the burner. "From chef to ladies washroom attendant. Will my work never end," I asked no one. However, my quick steps to follow Rose Ann put the lie to my put-upon airs.

Mindful of the limited hot water in our trailer's small water heater, we turned the spigot off after wetting down. While Rose Ann worked shampoo through her hair, I concentrated on other, much more delectable, portions of her body. I wasn't as shy as before and Rose Ann's full breasts were soft and slippery under the washcloth. Her nipples hard. For several minutes my hands left soapy trails from her neck, over her breasts, down her flat stomach to almost, but not quite, move past the rise of her mound. Shoulders, arms, back, butt... Rose Ann became so lost in the feelings that, her hair forgotten, she moaned and put her hands on the wall to steady herself as I continued to wash and massage her body.

When I began washing myself, Rose Ann let out a silent exhalation of air and begin shampooing her hair again. My God, how did such a sexually responsive female survive so long a virgin, I asked myself as I left Rose Ann to finish washing her hair and parts I hadn't trusted myself to touch. As we turned the spigot on to rinse off the soap and shampoo I decided to ask her just that question. 

"I don't know," Rose Ann answered slowly with a shrug. She went quiet, head under the spray while water made soap drip from ass cheeks. Another slight shrug, "What I told you earlier was true. I always wanted my first time to be special and every time I got close to, you know, doing it... Something always felt not right. Almost all of my dates in high school and at our community college... There's very little romance when a guy just tries to grab my tits and drag me into the back seat of his car."

With the soap rinsed off, I turned the water off to conserve the hot water. Rose Ann began working conditioner into her hair. My wash was finished. Leaning against the wall I was enjoying the view before asking, "So you never took a shower with any of them?"

"No," Rose Ann laughed and leaned against the side of the tub, stripping water from her long hair and looking for tangles. "If I'd known how good it felt to have my back scrubbed I might have. But no, I managed to at least keep my panties on. The very few that got my pants off," she paused and laughed ruefully. "They didn't last long," 

Rose Ann concentrated on her hair. "After a few dates, I'd know they weren't the ones I wanted to remember as my first. A couple of the guys smoked and I didn't like the smell. One guy had body odor. One guy laughed like a donkey... One guy tried a little too much. You'd be surprised how a hand clutched around his balls and a threat to rip them off will calm a guy down. I kept a grip on his ball sack all the time he drove me back to my house." Rose Ann laughed.

I turned the spigot on again. Pulling Rose Ann away from the wall I put her under the spray so she could enjoy the last of the hot water washing conditioner out of her hair. We were both quiet after that except for the occasional 'Mmmmm...' from Rose Ann as I massaged her shoulders and back.

When the water began to cool I turned the spigot off. Out of the tub, I started drying Rose Ann off. Leaning into me she showed every sign of wanting to remain there for as long as I kept rubbing the towel over her back and ass. Laying her head against my shoulder Rose Ann took one of my hands in hers and placed it on her ass with a whispered, "Scratch." With one last, long scratch session from the bottom of her ass cheeks to her shoulders I let her go to dry myself off. The temptation to do more was becoming too strong.

Drying off her chest and stomach Rose Ann grinned and sighed, "Damn, if just one of the assholes I dated had taken the time to show me how good it felt having my ass scratched and massaged instead of grabbing at my pussy I wouldn't be a virgin now."

I was amazed and had to ask, "You mean not one guy ever took the time to massage your back or give your butt a good scratch?"

Rose Ann laughed, "They were too busy trying to get me into the back seat of their car."

"Rose Ann, your ability to pick the most stupid wankers to date will never cease to amaze me," I told her. Then I followed the logic of what she'd said and started laughing again, "So, let me get straight on this. If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... Then the way to your virginity is through your ass?"

Annoyed that I was seemingly making light of her confession, Rose Ann pushed herself away from me with both hands on my chest. "Don't laugh at me," Rose Ann told me irritably before stalking to her room and shutting the door hard to ensure it latched.

T-Minus 58 Hours...

Rose Ann was in her room a very long time even after the sound from her hair blower stopped. Lying down to sleep off the last of the alcohol, I hoped. That made sense considering how much she'd consumed. Much more worrying though was my second thought, 'She's up to something!' After finishing the preparation of our dinner, I tried to concentrate on a TV program instead of what a very irritated, very imaginative tease might be up to.

Tasting the soup, I decided it was ready and put some dinner rolls into the oven to warm. Calling to Rose Ann that our supper would be ready in five minutes I got a reply saying she'd be right out. I was taking the rolls out of the oven when her door opened and... Oh, Bloody Hell! I was right. She is up to something. 

Wearing panties and a knotted shirt she was every boy's wet dream come to life as she walked down the hall into our common room. She didn't leave me in doubt for long about what she was up to as she stretched out on our couch like a cat. In her sexiest voice she informed me, "I thought I'd give you a choice. You can have the soup on the stove... Or the virgin on the couch."

"Oh, damn it, Rose Ann. This isn't fair!"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied innocently then ran her hand up her stomach to cup a breast through her shirt. "Brrr, is it cold in here? My nipples are so hard... Just like they get when I'm cold. Or, maybe I'm sick because, here," She cooed as her other hand slowly skimmed over her tight stomach and lightly rubbed at the crotch of her panties. "I'm very, very warm."

"This is low, Rose Ann. Even for you!"

If I even had just one condom...

"I have no idea what you mean, Daniel," Rose Ann said softly, closing her eyes. The fingers of her hands never stopping their movements over breast and panties. "I think I may be running a temperature I'm so hot. Would you come here and take my temperature, Daniel?"

"No, I have a great view from here. Why not come and eat while the food is nice and warm? Maybe you'll get over your... Sickness."

"I'm not sure I should eat," Rose Ann cooed as she flowed to her feet with the slow, grace of a cat stalking its prey. Taking a couple of steps towards me she turned and leaned over the arm of our couch. "I think I'm eating too much. My butt? Does my butt look fat, Daniel?"

"It's perfect, Rose Ann," I answered honestly.

"Are you sure? Maybe if you come closer and take a better look..."

"I'm close enough..." I replied with a muttered, 'In more ways than one.' Rose Ann may not have heard my muttered words but she smiled at my involuntary step towards her beckoning butt.

"You can't see from so far away," Rose Ann told me while pushing her panties down and leaning to push her butt at me. "Daniel, I think I'm definitely running a temperature. My butt feels soooo hot. Touch my butt, Daniel. Tell me if my butt is hot."

Leaning further across the coach caused her panties to fall to her feet. Stepping out of them Rose Ann pouted, "Oops. Oh, dear. I seem to have lost my panties, Daniel. Would you help me put them back on?"

"You're evil, Rose Ann. Evil incarnate. Would you just stop playing and sit down to eat?"

"Whatever are you talking about," Rose Ann asked over her shoulder as she settled across the arm of the sofa with her ass in the air. "I'm just asking for help with my panties."

I remembered I was still holding a tray of dinner rolls. Setting the tray on the stove I walked over to pick up her panties from the floor at her feet. While I was bent over so close to her tight ass, I thought, 'What the hell. She started this. She wants to play? Fine, I'll play along...'

Don't get me wrong. What Rose Ann was doing was exciting as hell!!! But, it was exciting in the way a beautiful stripper captures your attention. Absolutely fantastic to look at but there's no personal connection. Fine for getting your dick hard but... Rose Ann had my dick hard enough to cut diamonds with, but... It was time to show her two could play this game.

Going to my knees behind that fantastic ass, I was close to and at eye level with the puffy outer lips of her pussy. The sparse light brown hair of her bush trailed off to almost nothing close to the end of her slit. This, my first close look at what I'd wanted for years almost pushed me over the edge. Thoughts of no condoms and the opportunity to re-pay her for some of the hell she'd put me through brought me back from the brink. I wondered if her teasing me had made her as wet as she'd made me hard. A shudder ran through Rose Ann's body when my fingers brushed her upper thighs. With a light touch, I began to run my hands slowly up and then down. Each upwards move of my hands brought my thumbs just a bit closer to her pussy. Hanging her head down, Rose Ann's breathing was slow with soft sounds of enjoyment. 

On my next movement up her firm thighs, just as my thumbs touched soft pussy lips, I tucked them in and continued up and over the swell of her ass cheeks. Down again to mid-thigh and back up, letting my thumbs press harder on soft pussy lips before moving my hands up her ass. Rose Ann breathed a low whimpering sound each time I touched her warm lips.

The next time my hands began moving up her thighs I knew that Rose Ann had to be wondering how far would I go. She lifted her feet from the floor and rested all of her weight on the couch arm. Her thighs quivered in my hands and her legs opened more, inviting me to deepen my touch. This time I let my thumbs linger, sliding them up on each side of her slit before releasing them to push my hands up to her ass. Grabbing ass cheeks in a rough grip to pull and push her firm flesh before letting go to slide my hands back to her thighs to begin another slow glide upwards. Rose Ann's breaths came between low whimpering sounds. A low, breathy plea to, "Touch me..."

This time when my thumbs pressed lightly into her fleshy lips I let them stay. Slowly manipulating her lips up and down. Pressing my thumbs deeper into the yielding, puffy lips. Pulling them to the side to expose her smaller, pink inner lips, my question was answered. God, her pussy juices were flowing. This close I could hear the soft, moist sound of wet pussy lips separating and coming together again. Once you've heard that sound you never forget. I could also hear Rose Ann's rapid breaths and soft catch in her breathing when my fingers caused sensations that surprised her.

Unable to resist, I leaned in. I used my thumbs to pull her lips apart and with just the tip of my tongue, licked every centimeter of pussy slit I could reach. There was nothing quiet about Rose Ann's gasp this time. Nor Rose Ann's long wordless moan as her entire body shook and her thighs involuntarily tried to close around my head. Keeping her thighs apart with my hands, I continued my tongue's journey along and then past where her slit ended to lick the area between pussy and anus.

Pulling my hands from between her thighs I ran them over her ass cheeks and up to her shoulders as I stood up. Rose Ann's body continued to tremble but, perhaps thinking I was rising to claim her finally with my cock, her thighs opened wider. Leaning over her back, I moved my hands under her body to grip her shirt and tits much harder and rougher than I had ever before. Moans of desire changed to whines of discomfort as my hands on her breasts pulled her torso up from the couch. Kissing the back of Rose Ann's neck, I made quick work of untying the knot of her shirt. Now my hands gripped bared breasts hard to pull and lift them away from her chest.

Tightening my grasp while sliding my hands out away from her chest her soft tits became hard mounds. I kept my grip strong until only my thumbs and fingers pinching her nipples pulled them up and away. Rose Ann was gasping, making sounds either protesting or approving of my rough treatment of her tits. Whatever her groans meant, her hands covered mine yet didn't try to stop me as I held nipples clamped between thumb and forefinger and pulled harder until they slipped from between my fingers and her breasts snapped back to lie on her chest. Rose Ann gave a final, loud grown and only then slid her hands past mine to protect and massage her abused tits and nipples.

One of my girlfriends had loved rough tit play. I wasn't certain how Rose Ann felt. The contrast between my tender worship of her pussy and my harsh treatment of her breasts seemed to have left her confused as she continued to stand in place while massaging her breasts.

Deciding I'd had enough payback for now, I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips and hold her in place as I backed away. Turning to pick up the tray of rolls I put them on the bar. Still massaging her breasts, Rose Ann turned to stare at me and demanded to know what the hell I was doing!

"I'm going to eat."

"What? You just... You were just... Touching me and... What the hell is wrong with you!!!" Rose Ann's voice raised in volume near the end to almost a scream.

"Please, Rose Ann. Did you really think your little performance art was going to cause me to toss you on the couch and ravish you? I give you nine out of ten for artistic interpretation but it just wasn't in character," I told her.

Rose Ann stood completely still as she began to realize she hadn't been teasing me... I had been teasing her! "So you were just playing with me," Rose Ann asked in a low, growl.

I pointed my finger at the one who'd started the tease. I was getting angry now that she was trying to turn the blame for this shit onto me! "Don't you dare go all pissy with me you bloody tart! You were the one who started this entertainment. I simply performed my part in your fuck film fantasy!"

I paused, tamping down my emotions. "Look," I said, holding out a placating hand and trying to sound reasonable. "I'm hungry and you're probably starving by now. All we've had since yesterday are grilled cheese sandwiches and alcohol. I made soup so why don't we call a truce and eat. Forget about everything and just sit down like we normally do." I held up the tray, "I made rolls."

"Real butter," Rose Ann asked grumpily while knotting her shirt together again. The thought of food squashing her temper.

"Of course," I answered, slightly offended she would think I'd use anything else.

Rose Ann considered this. She snatched her panties out of my hand when I offered them. As she lifted a leg to put her panties on, she nodded and agreed, "Deal. Truce." Her tone was still a tad harsh and unforgiving but at least she'd agreed.

We were both hungry and didn't talk much at first while stuffing our mouths. "This is good," Rose complimented me while buttering another roll.

"Thanks. It's the Hungarian sweet paprika. I thought about using the Spanish hot paprika but my stomach is still a bit tetchy after our all-night binge party," I said.

"Good choice."

Since we were being all nice-y-nice, I asked the question I'd been wondering about. "Rose Ann, after three years of you never wanting to go out on dates with me, why didn't you just tell me what you wanted instead of all this fucked up teasing?"

Rose Ann looked down at her plate for a long while. Without raising her head she started to mumble around a mouthful of roll. "I told you. I wanted the romance... Okay? I just wanted to feel the romance. The feeling of being seduced for my first time. I wanted you to make the move. I wasn't looking for Prince Charming to come riding in to give me True-Love's-Kiss or anything. But I at least wanted the guy to make the move. That's pretty much shot to hell now.

"I guess I wanted to feel that flutter in the pit of my stomach when there's that moment of hesitation... A guy's hand is getting a little side boob action and he's wondering if he should go for the whole boob. Will I let him, or stop him. Then that time when there's the slow slide of a hand moving up my thigh and I'm wondering how far will he go. Should I stop him? Should I let him go a little further? Maybe let him touch my panties? Christ, Daniel. I did everything but stick a printed invitation on my ass and you still wouldn't make a move."

"I'm not a bloody mind reader, Rose Ann. In three years you never showed that you were interested in me in, you know, that way before. I just thought we were getting comfortable around each other. Bloody hell, you were driving me crazy," I admitted. "Thank God, I had Tina as a girlfriend. I've never cheated on a girlfriend and having her gave me a little more self-control."

"Self-control or someone to have sex with while you thought of me, maybe?"

"My, look at Miss Full-Of-Herself!" I looked away and muttered, "Only a couple of times...." 

"Crap, I forgot about Tina. So how are you gonna, 'Peel the Peach'," Rose Ann laughed at our little joke. "And still not cheat on a girlfriend?"

I shrugged and replied, "Tina's out of the picture. She came over the night you left and gave me a going-away present."

"I'm sure you both enjoyed her... Present."

"We did. Very much in fact. Then she told me it was a going-away present, as in a last present. She wants to try making it work with her high school sweetheart again. Ah, well. We were never serious."

Soon we'd finished eating and I tried to find something decent to watch on the telly while Rose Ann cleaned the kitchen. We had a pact... Who doesn't cook, cleans. Which meant I cooked all the time and still cleaned half the time. Daytime programming was poor and uninteresting. We didn't have cable service and only had the local stations to choose from. Finished in the kitchen Rose Ann came and sat on our small couch. She on one side and I on the other. Both of us studiously ignoring each other while pretending to watch the soap opera General Hospital.

Rose Ann was the first to break the silence, "Well, this is awkward."

"Agreed."

"I'm not giving up, you know. You saying no is like issuing me a challenge to change your mind. I have nothing else to do. We're snowed in with nowhere to go..." Rose Ann said with a smile. I felt the sofa shift as she inched her way towards me.

"Rose Ann we have a truce!"

"Sure we do. That doesn't mean we can't cuddle. You like cuddling, don't you?" I didn't answer as Rose Ann's panty-clad ass slid onto my sofa cushion. "You know what I wanna do? Just to pass the time, of course? I wanna watch more porn. We have five tapes we haven't watched yet. You like porn, don't you? We can cuddle. Watch porn..." Rose Ann's hand was on my thigh. "You can fix some popcorn. I'll fix us some drinks." A soft body was being pressed against my side. "Eat popcorn. Drink alcohol. Cuddle close. Watch porn... Isn't that every boy's dreeaam?" 

'Dream' was a long, breathy word whispered into my ear while a finger softly traced the length of my cock through my shorts. I couldn't hold out any longer. My only hope was that Rose Ann would back off if I told the truth. "Rose Ann stop! We can't have sex!"

"I'm the virgin and I say we can," Rose Ann breathed against my neck.

With the last bit of my willpower, I tried to stand up. A surprisingly strong arm across my chest pulled me back to my seat. "Rose Ann wait, dammit! We can't have sex because... Because there's not a single, bloody condom in the trailer!"

Rose Ann froze. "You mean you haven't... All this time you've... Because you don't have a condom?"

"YES! Dear God, do you think you'd still be a virgin if I wasn't worried you'd get pregnant? The snow will end soon. Tomorrow I plan on walking to the nearest pharmacy."

Rose Ann was quiet. Considering... "So your grand, romantic gesture of not doing anything until New Years was just to get me to back off?"

"Yes," I admitted in a small voice tinged with shame.

I was prepared for Rose Ann to get mad. To attack. What I wasn't prepared for was her laughing hysterically...

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