One Wild Night

Lucy was still contemplating on whether to go over to Tom's apartment or wait for him to come over to hers when he knocked on her door. She looked down at the oversized black t-shirt she was wearing over her leggings and decided she looked decent enough before opening the door. 

Tom took in her appearance in one glance and his lips twitched in amusement when he noticed she had tied her hair on a ponytail once again and was back to wearing her glasses, "I hope I can get used to both versions of you someday," he said as he walked in carrying a box of pizza on one hand and a bottle of wine on the other hand.

"I'm sure you will," Lucy said with a small smile as she shut the door behind him and walked straight to her kitchen. She returned with two wine glasses and two china plates which she set on the center table before sitting on the couch which was adjacent to the one on which Tom was seated. 

Tom opened the pizza box and placed a slice of pizza on each plate before handing one of the plates to her, "So what movie are we going to see?" Tom asked as he took a bite from the piece of pizza on his plate.

"I'm not sure I have any movie that would be of interest to you. So maybe we should leave the movie thing up to you," Lucy suggested. Maybe she was odd, but she preferred reading books to seeing movies. She never could stay awake until the end of any movie, and she always wondered why people had to pay to watch movies in a cinema. 

"Why? What sort of movies do you have?" Tom asked curiously, wanting to learn something new about her. 

"I'm not sure I have. But I prefer science fiction, thrillers, and superhero movies," Lucy said, and Tom raised a brow. 

"I see you're not much into the romance genre?" 

"I don't fancy movies that have happily ever afters. It's not realistic. Life doesn't work that way," Lucy said with a shrug, and then she remembered there was something more important to be discussed, so she dropped her plate and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before looking at Tom. 

"You said you were going to tell me why I don't need to get a medical test done," Lucy reminded him with a serious facial expression.

Tom who had been about to take another bite from his pizza, paused midway and returned the pizza to his plate as he met her gaze. He held her gaze for a while, and just when she was about to repeat her question he said, "I didn't have sex with you."

Lucy's first instinct was to laugh at his joke. It had to be a joke. If he was trying to reassure her that she was safe, by lying that he hadn't had sex with her, then he must think very low of her.

Tom didn't laugh or smile as he watched her. He could tell that she didn't believe him. He had thought long and hard about it, whether or not he should tell her the truth, and had come to the conclusion that there was no need to lie about something as simple as that, else it would further complicate things. He had imagined a case scenario between them whereby he would be about to make love to her and she would find out she was still a virgin and he had been lying to her about that. That could be disastrous and raise a lot of trust issues, and he didn't want to add that to the many lies he had told her already.

"You're not joking, are you?" Lucy asked doubtfully when he remained quiet and just kept staring at her intensely.

"I'm not joking."

"Hold on, if you didn't have sex with me then what happened? I know I was drunk and all, but I know what I felt," Lucy's face colored in embarrassment as she said the last part. 

How was he supposed to explain this? Tom asked himself as he cleared his throat, "I only said I didn't have sex with you, I didn't say I didn't touch you," he pointed out. 

Lucy's brows pulled together as she considered his answer thoughtfully, "What does that mean? What is the difference?" She asked in confusion.

"I mean I used my hands and tongue to make love to you. But I couldn't do it," Tom said bluntly, making her face color. 

Lucy fought off the embarrassment she was feeling as this was an important subject and she couldn't let herself be distracted by her embarrassment. What did he mean by what he was saying? What couldn't he do? "I'm not sure I follow what you're saying."

This had to be the most awkward conversation he had ever had, Tom thought with a quiet sigh, "Halfway through the..." He paused to find the right word since he knew she was easily embarrassed by words, "Halfway through the process, I found out that it was your first time, so I couldn't go on," Tom said, and Lucy's eyes widened in surprise.

"You mean you didn't do it? I mean... Like you didn't..." She stuttered, not knowing how to put it mildly. She was the type to blush furiously when she uttered certain types of words. 

"Yes. I didn't penetrate. I used my mouth and fingers to pleasure you, so if anyone should be thinking about getting tested, it should be me and not you," Tom concluded with a small smile when he noticed how red her face looked. 

Although Lucy was very embarrassed by the whole discussion, she wanted to know why he had stopped. He had her permission to do to her as he pleased, so why didn't he? He didn't like virgins? Or perhaps he didn't want her blood to stain the sheet because it wasn't his house? "Why?" She voiced out. 

Tom paused again. He hasn't expected her to ask why, but then again, this was Lucy. She never behaved as he expected. "I think your first sex should be memorable. And I'm kind of glad I didn't do it, else I would have been very disappointed, and my ego would have been bruised knowing that you didn't even remember the events that took place."

That said, Tom returned to eating his pizza while Lucy remained there not knowing what to say or do. She felt too embarrassed to even look in his direction, so she looked everywhere else but at him. 

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Lucy asked after a while, still hoping he was lying because she really has no idea how she was going to be able to face him if he was telling her the truth. 

"Simple. The two fingers test. But I'm not sure you'd want me doing that to you, or maybe you would?" He asked with a grin before adding, "Just kidding. Maybe you could get someone else to help you do the two-finger test. Preferably a lady. Or you can do it yourself. I'd like to watch you while you do it though.... You know, just to make sure you're getting it right," Tom said with a straight face, but Lucy could see the humor in his eyes. It was quite obvious that he was having fun!