“Excuse me?” He asked looking down at me on his chest.
“I won’t have sex with a man without a condom.”
He ran his hands on my back again. “Honey I appreciate your need for safe sex, but please know I’m safe, I’ve been tested every 6 months from my doctor for the last 30 yrs and I have only been with 2 people in the past 30 yrs. Dot and some girl I screwed a month after we signed our divorce papers so I could determine if I was able to get it up for anyone other than Dot. I can. But baby I’m clean I was tested after her and I’m good. Don’t you trust me?”
I take offense to that and I sit up on his waist and look at him. “Jon that don’t you trust me shit might have worked on Dot at 17 but I’m 43, I don’t play that. This isn’t as much about you being clean or me trusting you as it is about my commitment to my future husband. I have one gift left I can give and it can only happen once.”
“Ok get back down here and explain.” He pulled me back down to lay down with him.
“Jon I wanted to be a virgin when I got married, I failed that, I started getting horney and knew I wouldn’t last. I then said I would be in love when I had sex. I succeeded there for a while, the guy I lost my virginity too was my first true love. Then after we broke up I started just saying I wanted to be in a relationship that meant something to me. And every time, I can say, that’s been true. But the thing is, when I decided not to save my virginity for my husband I was determined to be able to give him something special. Something that was only his. Me.”
“But babe you’ve already had sex.”
“Yes but I’ve never had sex without a condom and I won’t, until my wedding night. I want to be able to give that to the man that gives me what I’ve dreamed of, a partner forever, someone that will give me his heart, soul, name, his love.”
“Yes but I’ve never had sex without a condom and I won’t, until my wedding night. I want to be able to give that to the man that gives me what I’ve dreamed of, a partner forever, someone that will give me his heart, soul, name, his love.”
He reached around and spanked my ass. “Damn thats just sexy but fuck baby I hate condoms. I haven’t been forced to wear one for over 30 years.”
“I’m glad we’re talking about this now, before we try to have sex then because I’m very firm on it, the only man that will ever be inside me naked, will be my husband. I want it to be something special that neither of us have experienced together.”
“Alright then I want you on birth control too.”
“Um Jon you do realize that condom’s are normally effective.”
“OH I understand that, but I had sex for over half my adult life and never got a woman pregnant out of wedlock I’d like to ensure that remains the case.”
I stop for about 3 seconds and contemplate why I would bother fighting this and there isn’t a good reason. He makes a valid point and I have no problem making that choice so I agree.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes, I’ll call my doctor and get in as soon as I can. In the meantime I recommend you look at the trojan condoms website I think you’ll be surprised how things have changed since you last wore one.”
“Do you have a preference?” He asked me rubbing my back gently.
“No, I’m tight enough that I typically don’t feel a difference just that he’s rock hard and making me happy.”
He starts kissing me and then pulls back. “Ok so what else is on your mind about sex? I have a belief if you can do it you can talk about it so I figure since we’re planning on doing it relatively soon we should talk about all aspects of it.”
“Ok lets start at oral sex.” I tell him.
“Hell yeah I love it so lets start there.”
“Do you give and receive or just receive?”
“OH Serena I love licking my girl I have this thing with trying to make her space out and stop fighting the sensations and just taking the pleasure in the moment. OH yeah but getting a girl to suck my cock - thats one of my top 5 things in life.”
I’m shocked at that. “So what are the other 4?”
“Steph, Jess, my parents, you and getting head. Yep top 5.”
“What if I’m not good at it?” I ask scared that he’s had so many in his life I’ll fail in comparison.
He squeezed my butt and then brought his hand up to my back. “Are you scared about the comparison?”