Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got scared off. Before it got to be fun. Are you going to be like her? Quit too soon?"

Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did he like her at all? Just a little bit? He didn't just want to hurt her again? She hesitated.

Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm sorry I hurt you this time, Angie. Really. I know it was rough on you. It was partly the way you're made. I had to break your hymen. Before we try it next time, we'll learn something about it. We'll make a special project of it. We'll get some books. I'll study about the physiology and anatomy of sex and you'll study about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"

Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the feel of his naked male body and the smell of it, too. It felt comforting to be in his arms. And he was so eager and happy. She liked to see him smile. He looked different with his glasses off. A suspicion entered her mind.

"Did you feel something I didn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she said impatiently.

He stopped to consider whether he should tell her or not before he replied. Hell, why not? Maybe he could give her a false hope. He looked in to her eyes. "Well, just for a minute there, I had this intense feeling. But it went away before I could analyze it."

Angie's curiosity was aroused. "An intense feeling? Do you suppose a girl is supposed to feel it, too?"

"They must," Doug said positively. "All these mistresses the French kings had in the history books. I bet they didn't fuck just for jewels!"

Angie considered the lewd word for a moment. "Does your mother f-fuck with your father?"

"Of course. And they're always feeling each other up. When they think I'm not looking," he added.

They stared into each other's eyes, each weighing the idea and the other's reaction.