But... she was the one who started it!

I was a bit shocked. Jess seemed to notice.

"Luke, is something wrong?" she said, still gently grasping my cock.

I reflected for a moment and relaxed. Jess said that she had enjoyed it, was causally cleaning my member, and was surprised and concerned at my tensing up. The situation was maybe less than ideal, but she really didn't object to what had happened.

"This," I told her, "is exactly why I wanted to talk before about your 'Disorder'. I enjoyed that, and I'm glad you did too, but we are clearly not on the same page."

"What do you mean?" Jess asked, curious and a little concerned. She let go of my softening erection. "All clean!" she chirped.

I smiled at her peculiar innocence, and retrieved my boxers. I put them back on. "You seem genuinely surprised that I wanted oral sex. But what were you doing with your popsicle before you dropped it?"

Jess smiled and shrugged. "Having a bit of fun. Enjoying my popsicle in a sexy way, to get you excited about being around."

"But you didn't think that it would make me want you to give me a blow job?" I asked.

Jess shrugged. "Not specifically, and not so suddenly. I thought that only happened in porn."

I raised your eyebrows. "Another thing that only happens in porn is a woman miming oral sex at a man, while eating a popsicle in front of her family."

Jess frowned. "That was miming oral sex?"

I was a little exasperated. "You weren't trying to mimic oral sex? What were you swirling your tongue around your popsicle for?"

Jess pouted and shrugged. "I thought it was just a sexy thing to do. What do popsicles have to do with blowjobs?"

I remember that feeling of getting suddenly stopped. This was the first time I had some sort of idea of what her Sexual Conceptual Disorder might involve. "You... really don't know, do you," I said.

Jess shook her head. "No," she replied. Then she went pale. "Wait, are popsicles actually a sex thing?" Her hands opened wide as she started to panic. "What are they doing in the freezer section at the store with ice cream and peas?" She started blinking rapidly.

"No, no no," I replied, approaching her and holding her hands. "It's okay, popsicles aren't a sex thing on their own. It's fine for your family to eat them. It's what you were doing with it."

"Eating it in a sexy way?" she asked.

"I... er... imagine," I attempted to explain, "what it would look like if you did what you were doing to an erect penis instead of a popsicle."

Jess furrowed her brow. "Um... I guess... it would look like I was giving head," she said. She looked to me. "But... the popsicle isn't a penis, right? Popsicles aren't a sex thing," she repeated, looking for confirmation.

I sighed. "Look, I can see this is going to take a while. Let's talk about that later. Are you okay with my having put my cock in your mouth?"

Jess nodded. "Oh, yeah. I wasn't expecting it at all, but I've been looking forward to playing around with you for a while. It was a bit sudden, but I liked it."

I felt myself relax, and let my worries about this episode go. "Good. I enjoyed it too. Now, you said that you wanted to play things by ear, and that you'd probably be okay with anything I do. But clearly, you and I have a different idea of what was happening there. So either I will have to be a lot more careful to make sure we understand each other, or I have to know that you're going to be okay with you being taken by surprise."

"Hmm, okay," Jess said, slightly pensive.

"Do you still feel okay with 'playing it by ear', after I've suddenly put my cock in your mouth?" I asked.