“No, silly,” she said, blushing as she realized how wrapped around her little finger I was now, “not anything like that… you’re really sweet to buy my dress… that’s more than enough. It’s just that…”

“What,” I said, wishing she would stroke me more, as I reached for her again.

“Well,” she said, allowing me to pull her close, and letting her hand instinctively lay on my cock again, but fighting her urge to stroke me more, “I… I don’t want you to think I’m a slut…”

“God, no,” I breathed, “is that all?”

“Um… no…” she said in a small voice, “um… don’t be mad OK? I um… I...