Chapter 21

Jen was awoken by footsteps outside her door. It was Ryan of course, and soon he was in her bed. He lay next to her, holding her tightly in the dark. She kissed him, and climbed on him, pulling her shirt off. He responded, kissing her back as he lay there. She stripped him, sucking his cock until it was hard. He tried to go down but she pulled him back up, eager to have him in her.

He slid it in, and she sighed as he began thrusting on top of her. She lay back and closed her eyes. He began to kiss her as his hard dick moved in and out of her.

Suddenly he stiffened, and stopped moving, then pulled out of her. She opened her eyes to see him looking down between them. In a flash he was off her, laying on his stomach as he faced the wall.

"Ryan?" she whispered. What was the matter? He wouldn't look at her, and she figured it out.

What could she say? She felt horrible, ugly and unattractive. But she knew that he didn't think so. She looked the same as she had the last time they did it.

"It's okay... " she told him, rubbing his back. "Are you drunk?" she asked. She didn't think he was.

He shook his head slowly, still not looking at her. He got up then, pulling his pants on in the dark.

"Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?"

"I gotta go," he mumbled.

"Ryan! Don't leave!"

He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off.

"Ryan! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.

He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying. Why wouldn't he talk to her? She didn't care about what happened. Maybe he thought she thought he was a failure or something? That could be the only thing. But why had it happened? And why did he have to leave? The whole thing was so weird.

She looked at the clock. It wasn't too late, only 10:30. She turned on the light, picking up her phone and dialing.

"Hello?" asked a male voice.

"Danny?"

"Yeah. Hi."

"Hi, it's Jen... "

"Hey Jen! What's up? How are you?" he asked.

"Good... Well, kinda bad actually," she whispered.

"What's the matter? I haven't talked to you in a couple weeks."

"It's Ryan... "

"What- did you guys break up?"

"No. It's just, something happened."

"What?"

"Well, I need a guy's advice. And I need to talk to you especially because you don't know Ryan much, and he won't find out I told."

"Aright. You can tell me. I'll try to help. What happened?"

"Well... I guess it's embarrassing. Well, he came over, and we were doing it, and, and then he couldn't do it anymore... " she told him.

"What? Oh, you mean he went soft?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah! And he got really upset and he left and he wouldn't even talk to me," she whined. "He just said, 'I gotta go, ' and he left."

"Hmm... Was he drunk?"

"No. I asked him and he said he wasn't. I mean, I don't care. It's not like I was using him for sex and that's it or something."

Danny sighed. "Hmm... Man! I mean, I'm sure he's really upset, and he was probably too upset to talk."

"Well why did it happen?" she demanded. "What did I do? Has it ever happened to you?"

"No, of course not!" he insisted.

She laughed. "No, really."

"No, actually it hasn't. Not with a girl. But," he added honestly. "It probably will happen some day. Probably more than once even. It happens to every guy sometime, but it's not like we talk about it."

"Well why did it happen?"

"I don't know. Maybe he was tired, or he didn't want to do it probably. He probably didn't want it but he didn't know, and that was his little dude's way of saying, 'Hey! I'm tired and I don't want to work tonight!'"

She laughed, feeling better. "But he wouldn't talk to me. He just left," she said glumly.

"Yeah, he was upset. He's probably stressed too," Danny added.

"Do- do you think he feels like a failure maybe? Isn't that how guys feel?"

"Oh, maybe. I mean, you tell me. You know him a lot better than I do!"

"Well, I don't know. I thought he wanted to do it," she said glumly.

"Did you instigate or did he?"

"Well, he came over! I guess that's instigating."

"Coming over isn't instigating unless he shows up naked. Maybe he just wanted to hang out. So what did he do when he came over? Did he rip your clothes off?"

"No... Actually, I ripped his clothes off," she admitted, feeling bad. "Maybe I should have asked him if he wanted to do it?"

"Well, yeah, you should have."

"Oh," she said, feeling even worse."

"Well, has he ever said no?"

"No. I don't think he ever has."

"Well, he probably would have said yes anyway, even if he didn't want to. Maybe, who knows."

"Why?" she whined. "Why the hell can't he just tell me he didn't want to?"