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The conversation that night had turned, as it often did, to sex. After all, the girls were hot, the guys were horny, and it was the last conversation before we all went off to our separate colleges.

I was raised in a very conservative world and so, although I took part in the banter, I planned to "save myself" for my future spouse. God, how I loved to listen and talk though. I tossed out a question, not expecting an answer.

"So, ladies. What's it take to make a man popular in the bedroom? What'll make you tell your friends?"

It must have been the perfect moment, because they all laughed and began answering. Actual answers, not just jokes. They talked about dick size, which could cut both ways of course. They brought up having a guy that could finally last long enough to see them satisfied without faking. One girl said she'd be thrilled to have a guy that took his time and didn't just rush towards the finish without considering her at all. As the conversation started dying out, and was probably about to go to the next subject, Alyssa said, quietly, "what about a guy that'll go down on you, and do it well?"

The room exploded. Every single one of the girls agreed instantly. They were getting misty-eyed at the very thought. A good cunt-lapping was the ultimate experience. Not a soul of them disagreed. All of those young women said that a man that ate pussy with skill could do so practically as often as he wanted.

Equally interesting was the reaction from the guys. Nobody was into it. Nobody was willing. Get blowjobs? Sure. Go down on a chick? Hell to the no. They wrinkled up their faces. They sneered. The pushed each other and asked "you a carpet-muncher, man?" Not a one of them was willing to even entertain the idea. As the one that had asked the question, I was stunned. Here were half a dozen beautiful girls that every guy here had stroked to for four years. They were telling us outright that eating pussy would get you all the pussy you wanted. From them. And nobody was willing to take the deal? Idiots.

I thanked the girls for their answers, and smiled gently for the rest of the night, lost in my own thoughts.

For the next few days, I turned it over in my mind. I wasn't going to have sex before I got married, I knew that. It was settled already. But where did I draw the line? That question was new to me. As I considered it, I decided that as long as I kept my cock out of the equation, it was okay. How could I have had sex if my dick never came into contact with another person? That still meant I could provide plenty of pleasure for the ladies though. It would be fun. Hell, it could be downright profitable!