Another visit

One night, a month after that session, there was a knock on my door. I hadn't forgotten the sex -- the only sex I'd had in months! -- but it wasn't on my mind, and when I opened the door to see Jane, I was surprised again. I was even more surprised when I noticed she had already unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were clearly visible.

"I need your cock." she said. "Let's fuck."

I was feeling horny and ****, but I still said, "No."

"Jane," I said, "that last time really hurt. I felt so foolish the next day talking about it in front of Amy. And I felt used. As much as I love sex, it's just too painful."

Jane had dropped her shirt and had unbuttoned her pants. I saw some her bush -- no underwear again. She paused. "I really need your cock, please just fuck me."

"No, Jane. What's up with you? This is really unlike you."

She dropped her pants on the floor and stepped out of them, and was reaching for my belt buckle. "Hey, back off!" I said. I stepped back and put my hands up.

"Come on," she said. "Please! I really need it! I'll do what you want -- you can twist my nipples as hard as you want. I'll lick your ass again, I know you love that -- I just need your cock."

"I'll tell you what," I replied. "I'll let you suck me off."

"Ewww! You know I hate that! No way!" was the response.

"Then go home, Jane. I don't want this, and neither do you," I said. I picked up her clothes and handed them to her, and guided her toward the door. She got dressed and left.