Brent talked her into playing with his cock while he opened the top of her dress and fingered her bare tits. The well-endowed young blonde found herself responding excitedly to his loving. Brent sensed it, too. The feel of her ripe boobs, the satin touch of her thighs, the soft scent of her perfume had his cock excited enough. When he felt her nipples harden and heard her breath come in short gasps, his prick leaped out of control. He ran his hand beneath her panties and fingered the moist pussy. She shuddered as he worked her clit roughly. Sheri felt him turn her down onto the couch and start pulling her panties down her thighs, bringing his huge prick up to her cunt.

"No!" she gasped as she faced him. She had twisted in frightened effort from beneath him. She stood facing him, her panties almost to her knees, her dress hanging loosely on her. "That's far enough!" she spat at him. "You know I don't want to go all the way."

"Honey," he protested. "What's a little fuck, anyway? I love you. I want to marry you. What's wrong with getting in a fuck or two to get the edge off our passions?"

He reached up and took her hands gently. His cock still stood upright before him, shuddering ominously as it stuck out of his open fly. His eyes were pleading as he pulled her back onto the couch beside him. He didn't try to take her back in his arms, though. He sat there with that hurt, anguished look on his face, waiting for the chance that she would give in.

"Oh, Brent," she sighed. "I know how you feel about it. I know how everyone feels about it. I know that everyone else fucks a guy if they like him at all. I'm sorry I'm this way. Please don't think it means that I don't like you. It's just me – the way I am."

The hurt look remained in his eyes. She thought for a moment that he was going to pull her down and force her to fuck. His muscles flexed, then relaxed. Brent dropped his eyes from hem and slowly pushed his cock back in his pants. He sat there for a minute before sighing disgustedly and getting up to leave. Sheri walked to the door and stood waiting for him to kiss her good night. He patted her cheek with his hand, looked at her with that same anguished expression, then walked out and closed the door.