Of course.

"Undress," he told her. "And have sex with me."

As she hurriedly stripped off her clothes, she protested. "Wait! Ask me to explain what I had in mind!"

He made the request and she smiled gratefully as she climbed into bed.

"You know," she began, "I told you I was pretty sheltered..."

"Say no more," he said, thinking he caught her drift. "I understand."

He noticed her watery eyes and realized what he had done. "Sorry! Keep explaining!"

"It's not just my virginity," she continued after a moment. "I've never had an orgasm before. I can't masturbate."

He stared at her incredulously. No wonder she was coming on so strong at the restaurant. This was probably the most aroused she'd ever been.

"And remember when I said I can feel everything all at once after I come back? I wanna do that, but I want it good. Like give me the works. You understand?"

Derek nodded, but it didn't matter. Her face was already blank and empty. He looked at her, then down at his rock-hard boner.

Derek quickly got to work, gently pushing the mindless woman onto her back. She flopped onto the mattress, her vacant eyes glued to the ceiling. He put one hand on her face and trailed his fingers down the supple curve of her neck to her ripe, firm breasts. Derek smiled when he remembered that he was the first person to explore her body this way.

Moving downward, he gently tickled her flat, soft tummy and was surprised to feel tiny muscle spasms under his fingertips. Abdominal reflexes were apparently still operational. He had just reached the soft thatch between her legs when she startled him with a sharp sound like "Gah!"

He jumped and almost fell out of bed, then laughed. Apparently that's how a pussy without a mind sounds. He touched her again and this time a much softer, less percussive moan passed her lips. He felt further down and she doubled over slightly, her moan becoming louder. A thin layer of sweat appeared above her unthinking eyes.

"Buhhh," her body said as Derek explored her interior. He planted kisses all up and down her neck, marveling at how taught her muscles were. He began to frantically peck at her cheek as he increased the rhythm and she cried out a string of nonsense syllables. She began to rock back and forth, grunting rhythmically.

Derek climbed on top of her and, in one swift motion, guided himself into her eager maidenhood. She cried out and he felt the pop of her hymen giving way. She raked her fingers across his back and he realized she was coming and then he was coming too, wildly pumping into her as she writhed beneath him. Finally spent, he rolled over and stared at the ceiling.