Will I Respect Me in the Morning?

"I wish I was in love with you. Really I do. But I'm not," she said. "I'm just not. I'm curious. I want to explore other... options. I want to know what else is available, and come back knowing I've made the right choice."

I paused awhile. "For what it's worth... ultimately it's always a choice. You could be with one man or a thousand, and ultimately it all just comes down to a choice."

"I know," she said. "I guess I want that choice based on more knowledge than what I have now."

"Okay," I said. What else am I supposed to say.

"So, just so you don't get the wrong idea," she continued, "when I kiss you (or whatever) it's not because I particularly want to be kissing you. You're here, and I want to be kissed, and there aren't really any other options at the moment, so I kiss you. You're here and you're convenient and there isn't anything more than that."

"Oh." I said. "Okay."

I figure if she's going to be kissing someone, it damned well better be me. Maybe if she spends enough time intimately with me, the feelings will develop.

"But I don't want to spend too much time doing those things with you," she went on. "Because I don't want to get... tied to you. And being intimate with you might make that happen."

I hugged her closely and said nothing.

A bit later, she said, "But I still want you pursuing me."

Later, in bed, she invited me to kiss her. We kissed awhile, and she invited some touching, so I touched her. Suddenly she stopped all contact and rolled over. Okay...

After lying still for several minutes, she reached over, took my hand, and placed it between her legs. I whispered romantic, loving words in her ear while she rubbed herself with my hand for awhile. Then she released my hand, rolled over, and fell asleep.

I think I would have preferred if she'd used something else to masturbate with.

Does anyone deserve to be treated like that?