"Great," he grinned. "I guess you're no longer a virgin?"

"Don't be silly," Karen giggled. "That's all you ever talked about when we were going together."

"I know," he sighed. "That's all I ever thought about."

"You were persistent," she giggled. "But not persistent enough."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You were the one man I would have slept with before I was married," she confessed. "But now I'm happy it didn't happen."

"You didn't tell me," Rick grinned.

"You didn't try hard enough," giggled Karen.

"God knows I want to," he sighed. "But I respected your desire to remain a virgin until you were married."

"I'll always admire you for that," she whispered in a low sincere voice.

"And I'll always kick my ass for it," Rick half smiled. "I thought I was the man you would marry."

"That's all water under the bridge," Karen said nervously. "How about a cup of coffee?"

Sitting at the kitchen table, Rick could hardly keep his eyes away from her big lush tits that were innocently half-exposed through the slightly parted front of her housecoat. He couldn't get over Karen's appearance. She was even more beautiful than she'd been when he last saw her.

"Are you married?" Karen suddenly asked him as they sipped their coffee.

"I was," he replied. "But it only lasted a few months."

"What was the trouble?"

"She wasn't you," was his direct answer.

"Oh, don't be silly," she giggled.

"I'm not being silly," the man sighed. "When we were in bed together, I'd close my eyes and pretend she was you, but it didn't work."

"That's crazy."

"No it isn't," he smiled. "That's why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"I've come over here this morning to screw you," he answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "I've been dreaming about fucking you for over three years, and by God I'm gonna do it."