Like a Blowjob

Lucy returned to the room after drinking a glass of water, feeling as though the brief respite had only served to fan the embers of her arousal. David was already waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a large erection straining against the fabric of his pants. The air was charged with an almost palpable anticipation.

Without a word being said, she understood her role. She knelt before him, took his penis in her mouth, and began to suck, the movement now familiar, almost a reflex. David leaned his head back, stroking her hair softly.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice an understanding murmur.

"Yes," she admitted, her own voice muffled by him. "A little."

"Mmm," he said, as if an idea had just occurred to him, a brilliant solution that, of course, was already perfectly planned. "Maybe if you did a different kind of blowjob, you could rest your jaw."

Lucy stopped sucking, baffled. The suggestion made no sense. Even Javier, watching from a corner, seemed confused for a moment.

David smiled, a soft and reassuring smile. "Do you know what sex is, Lucy?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, feeling a little silly.

"Then you know that for it to be real sex," David continued, his tone becoming didactic, almost like a teacher, "you have to put a penis in a vagina and come inside. That's why they give out condoms at clinics, you understand? It doesn't count as sex if we use a condom. It's like giving a blowjob. It's for doing it without worrying, because it's not real sex. It's like a preparation for real sex."

The logic was so absurd, so obviously false, that Lucy at first thought it was a joke. "That sounds ridiculous," she said. "I've never heard that. Besides, my boyfriend would never let me do it."

"Exactly," David said, moving on to his final argument. "You don't have to tell him. In fact, you don't have to lie to him. When he asks you what happened, you just have to say you gave blowjobs. Because, in essence, it's the same thing. It would be like a blowjob, just with another part of your body."

Javier caught the signal instantly. He saw the golden opportunity David was serving him on a platter. He approached them, his voice adopting a falsely protective tone. "He's right, Lucy. Think about it. That way you wouldn't get so tired. You could rest. And Marco doesn't have to find out anything. To him, and to the world, it will be as if you're still a virgin. Because technically, you will be."

Lucy thought about it for a while. Her rational mind was screaming that it was crazy, an obvious lie. But her body, which at that moment had far more control than her brain, was telling her something else. She was so aroused, so on the edge after the afternoon she'd had, that the idea of feeling something new, something more, sent an intense tingling between her legs. David's perverse logic, filtered through the fog of her own desire, began to sound... logical.

It's not real sex. It's like a blowjob.

The phrase repeated in her mind. She accepted, though not fully convinced, with a slight nod. In her head, overwhelmed by arousal, the idea that it wouldn't be real sex became a convenient truth, the permission she needed to cross the final line.