She ponders my question a moment and replies, "Maybe two years ago."
"Okay, so you'll need a new test," I claim.
"But I haven't had sex since then," she blurts out.
I gape at her, unable to hide my shock.
Her cheeks burn again, and she asks, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sorry. Why haven't you had sex?"
She shrugs. "I'm not dating anyone. So where do I get the test?" Her finger starts to move under my hand.
I pick it up and run my thumb over the back of her hand, stating, "You don't have to."
"Why?"
"Your tests were fine two years ago?"
She nods. "Yes."
"Then there's no need to do it."
She peers at me closer.
"What did I say now?" I ask.
"Do you take everyone's word?"
I lean closer. "No. But you aren't everyone, are you?"
She holds her breath, and I can't figure out whether it's good or bad.
I motion to her list. "Anything else?"
She hesitates. A mix of fear and hurt fills her expression.
I get up and walk around the table. I sit next to her and slide my arm around her. "What is it, pet?"
She scrunches her face, and the emotions intensify. I wait her out until she reveals, "How long does it take before you know if I'm unsatisfactory for your sexual needs? Is it right away or months into this?"
Shock fills me that she's worried about rule fourteen. I gather my thoughts to try to assure her, stating, "You don't need to worry about rule fourteen."
"I don't?"
"No."
"How do you know? We haven't really done a lot," she asks.
I slide my hand over her cheek, tracing her lips with my thumb. She briefly closes her eyes, and I reply, "That, right there."
She opens her blues in question.
"You react to me, pet. You did when you were eighteen, and you do now. And my body responds to yours."
"It does?" She takes a deep breath.
I grab her hand and put it between my legs, torturing my cock with her touch, declaring, "That's because of you. And it's been like that since I saw you on stage last night."