Let her speak first

Tracy looks back at me and smiles. I watch as her eyes move back and forth from my face to my chest and arms. She strokes my shoulders and biceps, thoughtfully. Finally, she says, “So... I’m guessing this probably means that neither one of us would be qualified to be a contestant in the ‘Lose Your Virginity’ project you were contemplating?”

I laugh and reach for a box of tissues. I take a few and offer the box to her. As the two of us wipe off the liquid evidence of our sexcapade, I note appreciatively how much more relaxed she is around me than when the evening started. I also take note of the fact that I am still enjoying her company, even after successfully bedding her. My typical interest in women wanes significantly after achieving coitus. As we talk and get dressed, however, I realize that you find her conversation fun and engaging.

“Are you still up for dinner?” she asks, with a note of wariness creeping back into her voice.

“Absolutely!” I respond, enthusiastically. “That is... I am, if you are.”

Tracy smiles, and the wariness seems to melt away. “Of course... I just meant.... Well, I mean.... I wondered if you still wanted to after....”

Realizing what is on her mind, I finish her thought. “You mean, you wondered if I still wanted to have dinner with you, even though we already had sex?” She nods, warily.

“I definitely want to have dinner with you... Or do whatever you want. I think you are a lot of fun — even with your clothes on!”

Tracy laughs. “OK... But you can’t blame a girl for asking. You do have a bit of a reputation, you know?”

“I do? A reputation for what?”

“Well, I already told you about your reputation in the anatomy department,” she says, looking meaningfully at my crotch, which is now clothed with the fresh jeans of her roommate’s boyfriend. “But you also have a bit of a reputation of being a ‘love-them-and-leave-them’ type of guy.”

I wave away her words. “Nonsense! Admittedly, I haven’t exactly shied away from the various fringe benefits that comes with my position, but I know the difference between a fling and something more. If you don’t mind me saying so, I’m feeling ‘something more’ with you.”

Tracy smiles and takes hold of my hand. “I’m glad, because I feel the same way. I have to confess that I had second thoughts about even bringing you here to my dorm.”

“Because you were afraid I’d take advantage of you?” I ask.

“No... Because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep myself from taking advantage of you!”

I laugh, but she says, “No, I’m serious. Jeremy, you should hear the talk around the studio; there isn’t a woman there who wouldn’t jump at the chance to have sex with you, just for a chance to advance their career. From the first time I saw you, I thought you were cute, for sure, but the more I have seen you in action, the more I realized that I wanted to get to know you as a person, and not just be one more of your one-night-stands.”

I smile back at her, feeling a warming in my heart that was nearly as intense as the happy warmth in my crotch.

“Careful with talk like that....” I warn her. “Or we’ll be back on that bed with your ankles on my shoulders!”

She laughs and leads me out the door and toward the cafeteria. As we walk, I ask, “So you said you haven’t really advertised where you work? What is it your friends think you do?”

“Well, a couple of my closest friends know the truth — and they would DIE to get a chance to meet you, by the way — but for the most part, I just tell people that I work for a media company.”

I nod. “Makes sense. Most people probably would hear that you work for Cum On and assume that you are an aspiring porn actress.”

“Or they would assume that I’m just as cheap and easy as the characters they portray. I have a hard enough time now with college boys and their roving hands.”

Having just experienced her body fully, I could totally understand why any guy with a pulse would have difficulty keeping his hands to himself. I’m just grateful that I did not have to restrain myself.

“Or I’ll have guys asking for favors, wanting me to get them opportunities to screw porn actresses,” she continues.

I nod. “Yeah, I get that. Welcome to my world. All my buddies, from the time they turned 12 or 13, have all offered to give me baseball cards, their allowance, and even to do all my chores if I can just sneak them into the studio for a few hours.”

“And have you ever done it?”

I shake my head. “My parents would never have permitted it. Of course, now it’s a different story, and I have to be pretty selective of my friends and the favors that I can give.”

We arrive at the cafeteria and look around. Most of the tables are at least partially occupied.