He's determined to find out

Change made, Kyle nervously made his way back down to the living room, content to see that his roommate was still on the couch, reading. He heard noise coming from further down the hall, signalling that Pamela was most likely in her room. He grabbed a quick drink and sat down across from the reading girl, examining her.

No better time than the present.

“Say, Bianca, you and Nick have sex often, right?”

As he spoke, he saw her eying him from above her book. Her words carried a joyful tone, almost as though she was glad he asked. “Yeah! Just about every time I go over to his place. Why do you ask?”

Her forwardness surprised him. Apparently his change was more influential than he’d thought. “Oh. Well, that’s good to hear. I was just wondering though, how do the two of you prevent accidently pregnancy?”

She started giggling, seemingly finding something about his question amusing. “Same way most couples do; he pulls out.”

Kyle blinked. “He just pulls out? Where does he cum?”

The girl shrugged. “Normally it’s in a tissue. Or sometimes I’ll jack him off and it’ll land on the both of us.”

Kyle just couldn’t believe it. Pulling was beyond risky compared to what alternatives the world once had! “So the two of you don’t have any ways of preventing pregnancy other than pulling out?”

At this point, she started eying him funny, giving him a side glance from beyond her book. “Nick and I aren’t different from any other couple. You either don’t have sex, or pull out. Those are the only ways of preventing an accident. Just what are you getting at, Kyle?”

He ignored her question, still numb with shock. “But… But… What if he did accidently cum inside you?”

“He wouldn’t dare!” The sudden change of tone nearly shocked Kyle. “Could you imagine how violating that would be? I’m way too young to get pregnant! Plus, it’s such a huge sign of disrespect. He knows that he ever did that, we’d be over. I’d-“

Thomas barged through the front door, cutting her words short.

“Hey Bianca! He yelled, spotting the girl. His eyes immediately went to the hidden curves of her naked breasts, peeking out from behind the book. “Love the tits, can I touch them?”

Thomas had arrived home, as blunt and honest together. Unbeknownst to them, Pamela’s change was working like a charm.

“No Tom.” She groaned, “You can’t. Welcome home; you forgot to knock again.”

He gave her a side stare, mumbling “That’ll take some time getting used to…” under his breath. Neither of them heard him. Beyond that, he ignored her comment.

Kicking off his shoes, he immediately made his way to the kitchen, his voice bouncing off the walls as he asked “What are you two talking about?”

Her cheerful tone returned, Bianca obviously happy to go back to conversing about something she loved. “Oh, we were just discussing my sex life.”

“Really?” Thomas didn’t sound surprised. Kyle briefly wondered how often similar talks happened around the house. “Well, tell us more. Does Nick keep you satisfied?”

She smirked behind her pages. “I’ve told you both this before, Nick keeps me more than satisfied. He focuses a lot of foreplay, absolutely loves eating me out, and-”

“But how big’s his cock?” came Thomas’ obnoxious question from beyond the kitchen walls.

Bianca didn’t take kindly to being interrupted. She sighed deeply, clearly irritated. Her tone however, remained cheerful. “If you must know, he’s on the shorter side; roughly five inches. However, he damn well knows how to use it. Plus, he’s good about pulling out. What more can a girl ask for?”

“How about a bigger dick?”

Kyle felt like that comment didn’t need to be dignified that with a reply. Bianca must have felt differently because she instead said “It doesn’t matter; his is enough for me.”

Apparently that wasn’t enough for Thomas, he continued. “Oh yeah? Well I’m packing over eight inches of pure man meat over here! I’d love to watch you ride it Bianca, if you’re game!”

She slammed her book closed, the muscle near her forehead pulsing with anger. “I don’t have to deal with this shit tonight. I’m leaving.”

And she exited the room.

A few minutes passed in silence before Thomas re-entered, dinner plate in hand. He gave a quick scan to the room and inquired “Where’d Bianca go?”

Kyle sighed at his housemate’s obliviousness. “You scared her off with your blunt comments.”

“What?” he said, getting defensive, “I’m only being honest about what I want; all guys do it. Besides, if my questioning makes them uncomfortable, then why do they answer? I swear, I don’t know why girls always insist on responding to sex questions.”

At his comment, Kyle leaned back into his chair, wondering if he’d done the right thing.