“Don’t...” she said.

Frank stopped his hand and looked at her eyes.

“Look, I know you expected to get lucky, but I feel there can be something else with us, something important. That’s why I want to wait.”

Frank looked at her.

“So all the others...?”

She looked ashamed. “I know, they got me on the first date. But I really, really like you. Please understand.”

He withdrew his hand and stood up.

“I understand,” he said. “All the others got everything, but I will get shit. I think I’d better go.”

Katie started to cry while looking at his back.

When Frank arrived at school on Monday he was received by evil looks from all the girls in the classroom.

Joe, one of the jocks, went to him. “Good work, you jerk. Katie’s heartbroken.”

Frank looked him in the eye and asked: “Did you have sex with her?”

Joe hesitated. “What does it have to do with anything?”

Frank said: “I won’t be a cuck. Now leave me alone unless you want to see your scholarship disappear due to a computer error.” His eyes conveyed a very clear threat.

Joe instinctively knew that the little nerd was serious as hell. He let him pass.

“You’re the fucking worst, Frank!” Samantha called out after she and two of her friends cornered him at the lockers. “We thought you’d be better than those assholes that just want sex, but you’re just another asshole!”

Frank turned to look at the three calmly before folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Let me ask you a question, Sam. Imagine you find your dream man, you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and marry him. You share the same interests, have the same sense of humor, and he cares about you in every way. But then, during your wedding night, he crawls between your legs, doesn’t think much of foreplay, and is done after three pumps. How would you feel?”

The three looked at him confused but guarded, not sure where this was going. After a few seconds, Samantha decided to risk it.

“I would teach him. Sex isn’t everything,” she said in a defiant tone.

“Not everything, but you agree that sex IS an important part of a relationship if you’d want to teach him, yes?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, less guarded now as she started to understand his point.

“Well then, how exactly does it make sense for Katie to tell me that we can’t have sex until she decides whether there ‘could be something more’ between us? How exactly am I supposed to feel knowing she screws every guy in this school who so much as helps her with her homework, while I need to prove myself on a higher level? And IF I manage to prove myself ... then what? Am I supposed to forget about the fact that I spent months courting a de-facto slut, that meanwhile she was sucking and fucking everybody else and then, if we get serious, I have to worry about she getting her fix somewhere else if we’re not compatible? After all, if she’s that easy now, obviously sex isn’t a big deal for her, but, for some reason, she still won’t share it with me. What do you think that means?”