Sam giggled at my playful tone and sighed, shaking her head rather mournfully.

“You know what I love most about you? I know you'll never do anything I don't want you to do. I feel safe. I trust you. I've never felt that way with other guys. The Last time I let a boy eat me out, he barely made me cum before he was hovering on top of me, nudging his dickhead against the entrance to my pussy and begging me to let him push it in.”

The idea of some meathead in that position over Sam immediately killed any arousal I felt, and with narrowed eyes and a bit of a growl, I intoned, "You didn't let him, did you?"

“You jealous?" Sam Laughed and shook her head.

“No, of course I didn't let him. We'd only been on like three dates and after his pathetic rug-munching, I realized I didn't want to sleep with him. I did give him a courtesy blowjob to get him to leave, but we never went on another date after that." She shrugged Like it was no big deal.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay. You're one of the BTC." She gave me a brilliant smile.

“We share everything.”

I arched an eyebrow and shook my head dismissively.

Sam levered herself up onto one elbow.

“No, I'm serious. Ask me anything."

I shook my head in the negative again.

“I'm part of the BTC, but I'm not one of the girls. A gentleman doesn't ask such things.”

“But you're still curious, aren't you?" Her eyes twinkled.

“Anyone would be, but I still would never ask you that stuff." I shrugged. "I respect you too much for that, and I'm not the kind of guy who would devalue a girl based on her sexual history."

“Easy for you to say with this crowd. Everyone but me and Neevie is still virginal and pure. Neevie's only been with one guy her whole life, well... up until she gave you those blowjobs last Friday. That makes me the resident slut with a number of ‘two'."

I arched an eyebrow.

“Still at ‘two'? I always wondered if you hooked up with Jake Pedson at Junior Prom."

Now Sam arched an eyebrow at me.

“Thought you just said you'd never ask me that stuff."

I winced and sat up straight, holding out both hands defensively.

"You're right, you're right. My sincere apologies, mademoiseLle."

Sam Laughed musically, and her Aussie accent made her next words sound even more playful.

“Don't apologize. I already said you could ask me anything." There was a world of innuendo in her voice.

"Anything?" I asked with a tease. I was pretty sure she wasn't talking about asking questions anymore.