Ben was more than a little frustrated, and stopped massaging Jennifer's breasts. He wished that Jennifer would be more co-operative. "Jennifer, what is it that you want?"
Jennifer sighed. "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that, Ben, but we really don't know each other very well. I don't let just anyone touch me down there."
Ben shook his head, gently shifted Jennifer off of his leg, and stood up to face her. "That doesn't make any sense. You're naked on my bed, letting me fondle your tits!"
Jennifer furrowed her brow, but replied evenly, "What's wrong with that? We both enjoy it, right?"
Ben almost shouted, "You're showing off your pussy right now, and it was leaking onto my leg!"
Jennifer stayed perfectly calm and sensible as she said, "Well, you like looking at my body, and I don't mind showing it to you. It's fun, actually. As for my juices, your fondling was turning me on -- what else am I supposed to do? It's involuntary."
Ben could see that this conversation was going nowhere, although for the most bizarre reasons. He wished that things were simpler, that she would be Okay with what he wanted to do. It's not that he was being unreasonable, after all: given her behavior, why should he think she didn't want to have sex?
"Well," said Ben, "what *are* you Okay with doing?"
Jennifer looked at him quizzically. "Whatever you want to do." |