Sex was sex and love was love and the ideal situation, of course, was when they went together. But you had to know how to tell the difference between the two. Even so, just because you loved someone was no reason to marry them. It might be a reason to have sex but it took more than desire to make a marriage or even a relationship. It seemed like every second or third marriage nowadays was ending in divorce and she didn't want to be a part of those statistics. The first time had been okay but that was about all she could say for it. Afterward, it hadn't seemed like a very big deal at all and that was probably why she had felt so disappointed. It should have been a big deal. Some of her older more experienced girlfriends had told her about orgasms, about what they felt like, about how incredible it was. She had gotten wet but she didn't know that wasn't it. She remembered thinking 'okay, so that's what it's like? Well, now I know.'

She knew there had to be much more to it. She started taking the pill eight months ago. She had frankly expected to have sex with Jack long before this, but she always found herself pulling back at the last moment. It probably wasn't fair to him to get him so hot all those times and then stop just before they passed the point of no return but then it wasn't just a case of her getting him all hot bothered; It worked both ways. She felt the frustration too.

She cared for him. She cared for him a lot but she didn't want to give in to the feelings of the moment only to lie there afterward thinking to herself, Okay, so that's what its like with him. Well, now I know. Hell, if a girl just wanted to get laid, it was the easiest thing in the world, especially if she was pretty and had nice tits. She just picked up a fake ID, teamed up with a girlfriend she could trust and hit some bar where she could be sure you wouldn't run into anyone from school or she could go to any one of a million places where you could get hit on by older guys. Christ, it happened all the time. You got hit on in supermarkets for God's sake and in records stores and just walking down the street and these days, you didn't even have to wait to get hit on. You could pick out some guy who looked nice. Someone who wasn't an obvious sleaze and you could make the move yourself. She knew some girls who did just that, who even made a point of going after married men on the theory that they wouldn't hassle you because they had much more to lose. But that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted more, much more.