You were a little too loud.

As you walk out to get a drink you pass Penelope.

“Do you think Mr. Andersen will mind if we soundproof the master bedroom?” Penelope asks.

“It’d be kind of hard to justify that in my expense account.” You remark.

“OK, how about next time I go sit in the car?” she asks.

“Whatever floats your boat, Penelope.” You sigh.

“You smell funny.” the girl continues, wrinkling her nose. You laugh, sticking your tongue out at Penelope before taking two glasses of iced tea back to the master bedroom.

“How long was I asleep?” Marie asks after a few minutes, accepting the amber glass gratefully.

“Not long.” You reply.

“You’re so wonderful.” she sighs, leaning her head against you. “I only had one other guy before you, and that was just a sticky mess. I didn’t even come that time.”

“A pity.” You say as you run your fingers through her hair. “A nice girl like you needs some pleasure in her life.” you smile.

“Are there many guys like you?” she asks.

“I don’t know.” You reply. “From what I’ve heard most of us are ‘wham-bam, thank ya, ma’am,’ which is probably why so many women are sour on sex or voluntarily lesbian. And speaking of nice girls, how did you manage to stay a virgin until you were nineteen anyway?”

“Fear, mostly.” Marie replies. “I was scared it would hurt. That, and guys were kind of scared I’d hurt them. Especially after that first mess.”

“I guess more guys need to be sensitive to the way a woman’s body works. Maybe it’s a genetic thing.” you say.

“If it is genetic, then I hope you have a lot of children so they’ll be good in bed and spread the gene to others.” Marie quips. She stops for a moment, as if her remark had triggered something in her mind. “Oh, shit! I’m pregnant!”

“Are you sure?” You ask, schooling your tone and expression, curious as to how she figured it out.

“I don’t know how...I just...I just got this feeling.” she says.

“You’re nervous.” You say, knowing that your sperm still had a ways to go before they would reach the ovum and conceive.