Jean had long dark hair, perfect thirty-six C breasts and long legs leading up to a nice tight behind. Although we were dating regularly, we had not yet had sex. My only attempts to lure her into bed had ended with me getting a quick feel of her breasts and one time she rubbed my penis a few times before she pulled her hand away and sent me home. I was beginning to think that she did not reciprocate my feelings when one day she finally told me why she hadn't let me have sex with her. It seems that she had been involved with a man last year who had "turned" gay. They apparently had a very satisfactory sex life and she had become emotionally involved with him before he had been enticed into a homosexual relationship with a friend. She wanted to make sure that the same thing did not happen again with me. Despite my assurances that I had no predilection for gay sex, she said she needed to test me before she would feel comfortable with taking our relationship to the next level. She told me to come to her place the following evening and we could settle this issue once and for all. When I arrived at her house the next evening, she was sitting on the sofa wearing a big, red, fluffy bathrobe. When she pulled her feet up, the robe slid up enough to hint that she was wearing nothing but the robe. She asked me to take off all of my cloths and as I started to head for the other room, she told me she preferred that I strip in front of her. Looking at Jean lying there with her breasts and legs peeking from under the robe did nothing to keep me from getting a raging erection. Unfortunately, raging for me still only added up to about four inches. She looked at my dick sticking straight out from my body and giggled. As I walked over to her with my little penis bobbing up and down in front of me, I could see the sparkle in her eyes and her barely suppressed laughter. She gave my dick a few tugs and said that this should be an interesting evening. She had me sit down next to her on the couch and we began making out. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of her, but every time I tried to feel her breasts, she laughingly pushed my hands away saying that little boys needed patience. She never touched my dick, but I so was excited that pre-cum was leaking out and practically running down the sides. Finally, when I didn't think I could take any more, she told me that it was time for the test.
With that, her former boyfriend John, the one who became gay, walked into the room. John was totally naked and sporting an impressive erection. Jean said that she and John had remained friends and that he was here to test me to make sure that I wasn't gay.