Page 42 of Promised at Birth


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“I googled you. You said in an interview, you didn’t want to get married; you are committed to being a bachelor, and you like the ladies too much. Is that true?”

So, this is where all the questions are coming from, the fucking Internet. She did her homework.Did she see every interview I have ever done? All the women I have dated over the years?Shit. I don’t need her comparing herself to those women. There is no comparison. She is the loveliest woman I have ever encountered.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it. I have always dated a lot of women.”

Correction, I have always fucked a lot of women. I started having sex when I was 13.

“Did you ever have a steady girlfriend?”

I never considered the chicks I fucked girlfriends. If I tell Gwen that she may never let me fuck her.

“I suppose. I dated a few of them exclusively.”

“Like Evie Bliss? I think your father was afraid you would marry her.”

Evie Bliss. Evie Bliss.Why the fuck is everyone so obsessed with her?She is a great lay and that is it!

“Yes, but I would never have married her. I was never serious about her.” I need to change the subject. “What about you?”

“I have never had a boyfriend. I have never even kissed a boy.”

I am surprised. She is fucking gorgeous.

“Why not?”

“A lot of reasons. Never around boys. Attended private all girls’ schools. Not allowed to date.” She bites her plump lower lip when she explains. Sexy as fuck! “No mother – she died right after I was born. So, I didn’t have anyone to talk to about boys or sex. When I got my period, I was terrified. Our cook found me crying in the bathroom. She told my father. He came in the bathroom and handed me a box of sanitary pads and a book about the female body. He never told me anything about sex. I learned about sex in a health class.”

I cannot believe how sheltered Gwen is.

“Do you touch yourself? Have you ever made yourself come?” I ask.

“No. I have never touched myself. I don’t even use tampons.”

She is wringing her delicate hands.

I don’t know what to say. I can’t imagine a life without sex.

“I will teach you about your body and mine. You will come when we have sex.”

I lift up her chin with my hand and look in her eyes. She blushes.

Gwen changes the subject, “what were you like in high school, Bobby?”

“Good grades. Popular. Football player. Dated all the cheerleaders.”

“I bet you had a lot of girlfriends. “

Hmm. I would not call them that. I had a lot of sex. Fucked a lot of hot, horny, hormonal, high school girls! Not really girlfriends. To be honest, women are just a means to an end. I never wanted a meaningful relationship.

“Do we have to talk about this?” I ask.

Gwen rolls her eyes.

“What was your mother like?”

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