On the road

Ethan's about two minutes down the road when he hears rapid footsteps behind him.

"ETHAN!"

Turning, he sees Sam running up, her tits bouncing so much she might give herself a black eye. Ethan tries to ignore that, giving her a frown. "What do you want?"

"Ethan, I..." she stops in front of him, taking a few breaths, "I... I was right about you."

"What?"

"You're..." she exhales, standing up straight, "You're not like them."

"Who?"

"Them! The town!" She waves her hand around, "You're not like them."

"What do you..."

"Ethan, I'm a virgin."

"Ah..." Ethan feels something in the back of his throat catch, "What?"

Sam frowns. "I'm a virgin."

"No. I heard that but..." he gives her a look, "Seriously?"

"Fuck you!

"Sorry. Sorry," Ethan rubs the back of his neck, "But it's just..."

"I know! Everybody in towns fucking slut! Nobody can keep their pants on!" She sighs, rubbing her head. "Okay, let me explain. Ethan. My mom's a whore." Sam exhales, chewing her lip. "Not literally, but... she's fucked half the town and propositioned the half more than once..."

Ethan shuts up, knowing it's time to listen.

"And my... dad..." she shakes her head. {if Sam's Secret=true} "Well, you know that story..."{endif} She sighs, looking around. "I love this town. I really do. But... I'm not like them. Or at least I don't want to be like them. I don't want to just be another notch on a headboard, or a story people tell in a locker room. I'm not... against the idea of sex. It's not like I'm saving myself for marriage, but..." she shrugs, "I just don't want to be like my mom..."

"But you could-"

She waves her hand, "Ethan. I'm a child of this town. Same as you." She lowers her hand. "Depravity is part of our DNA. I feel it. I really do. I can stop myself because I haven't..." she makes a face, "But if I did, I don't know if I'd be able to stop. But you..." she takes a step closer, "I was testing you. I'm sorry about that, but... I wanted to be sure... You turned me down. You're different."

Ethan blinks. He's not really sure he is. {if Layla Sex=true}He fucked Layla. {endif}{if Alex Sex=true}He fucked Alex. {endif}{if Ashley Sex=true}He fucked Ashley. {endif}{if Charlie Sex=true}He fucked Charlie.{endif} Could he really say he was different?

Sam sighs. "I work in the morning... I need to go to bed, but..." she chews her lip, "I just... Thank you."

"For not trying to fuck you?"

Sam snorts. "I mean... Yeah!" She turns, and laughs, walking away. "See you around."

"See ya..." Ethan watches her leave, thinking. Was he different? Since coming to the town he had felt a change within him. {if Gay>2}A BIG change. {endif}He wasn't raised in the town, maybe that's what made him different, but the more time he spent here.

He shakes his head, trying to banish the thought.

As he makes his way home, he dwells on Sam. A part of him does want to fuck her. Badly. And yet he walked away... If he really wants to get with her, a different approach was going to be necessary. But did he want that? What did Sam want? She said she was open to the idea of sex...

These thoughts follow Ethan home and to bed with him, keeping him up for a few hours longer before sleep finds him.