He finally rolled off, and discreetly peeled off the condom, tying one end off carefully so as not to drip on my sheets. It was an oddly chivalric gesture.
He looked at me uncertainly.
"Do you want me to leave now?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"You want me to stay?" He brightened. "You want me to sleep with you?"
"Yes."
He grinned broadly and crawled under the covers with me, snuggling close.
"Do you have eggs in your fridge?" he asked. "Because I make great omelettes."
With those words, the lovemaking was complete. I knew then that this was the man I would marry. Of course, what I didn't know was that my sexual education was far from complete.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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