She walked into the house ahead of me and didn't bother holding the door open for me.
"Thanks," I said as I pushed the door open.
"Well, I'm sorry. But I can't believe you sit and stare at some girl and I'm not supposed to be pissed off."
"Look Jenny, we've had this conversation before but have never taken it seriously. Why don't we just sit down and talk this out."
"Fine. You're a jerk. I think that about covers it."
Mike looked at his very hot girlfriend. She was even better looking when she was ticked off. Her eyes always sparkled but now they were totally alive. "I'm not a jerk. Now just cool down and let's talk this thing out."
"Okay, go ahead."
I got up, went to a closet and returned with a Penthouse magazine. When Jenny saw it, she started seething again. "God, you are such a jerk. You've got Penthouse in this house? Why the hell do you need that, I'm not good enough?"
"Settle down. Jenny, all I can do is tell you what I believe and then we'll see if that makes any sense to you." She sat back with an "I can't wait to hear this bullshit" look on her face. "C'mon Jen," I begged, "listen to me with an open mind."
"I already said for you to go ahead, so go ahead already." Sitting there in her halter-top, Jenny's tits really looked great.
"Okay, now look at this babe, the centerfold. She's absolutely gorgeous, can you at least admit that?"
"Yeah, with an airbrush or whatever they call it."
"Oh BS, she's a babe. Now my point is this. The fact is all of us know she's a babe. But only some of us will allow ourselves to appreciate her beauty. Some of us have to act like she's just a dumb slut or stupid or on drugs or something ridiculous."
"Well Mike, let me ask you, would you want me to pose nude for Penthouse? Would you want your friends, your mom and dad and kid brother, your work-mates, your softball teammates all to look at my naked body?"
I looked her dead in the eye. "Yes, I think it would be great if you posed for Penthouse. You're every bit as hot, if not hotter, than this babe." Jenny shifted her legs a little and I could see the line from her pussy in her short shorts.
She squinched her face up, "Oh, you lie. You would not want your mother to find out from the women down at church that her son's girlfriend is naked in a girlie magazine."
"Jenny, everyone has their own tolerance and intolerance. My point is this. If you posed nude for Penthouse, that would most likely mean you were a lot less inhibited about your body and sex than you are now. We plan on getting married some day. I'd rather be married to a woman that loves sex."
"What the hell's wrong with me and sex? I love it, I do it."
"Yes, a lot of times you seem to really enjoy sex and those are our best uh, 'sex times'. But, there's plenty of times when you sort of use sex as a tool. Instead of giving into the natural good feeling of it, you make me beg and many times, you say no. Sometimes you say no for weeks."
"I've done that, I know. But what's that got to do with this?"
"Jenny, I don't know the statistic, but science has shown that men think about sex something like 100 million times a day. Most men notice every woman and girl of a certain age and they make a decision without even knowing they're doing it. Would I fuck her, or wouldn't I?"
"So, all men notice me and when they do, they're voting on how good I am? What a bunch of jerks."
"I don't know if voting is the right word, they just make an almost unconscious note to themselves about you. In your case, because you're model beautiful, their thoughts are a little more conscious. And don't act so dumb. You know damn well men are checking you out and I'm certain the more attention you receive, the more you like it."
"I do not. Well, I guess if I'm totally honest, I like the attention. But so what?"
Okay, so men are thinking about sex off and on all day. Just think if our society was a lot freer. If women got off their asses and started enjoying life, we'd all have more fun. Instead, women deny a man what he's been thinking about all day. Now that's stupid."
"What are you saying? Are you suggesting that we should all go around screwing everyone? I can't believe it."
"Jenny, I'm not saying that, but only because that's too far of a leap from where we are today."
"God, you're weird." Jenny looked disgusted. I still wanted to pull her top off. Maybe I am weird.
"I'm not weird, I'm just more open than you are and that's the case with most men compared to most women. But some women get it. And my guess is, they have pretty damn good lives."
"I see. So, Mr. Science here has decided that if women would only pose nude in Penthouse and play up to every man that whistles at her and if she were really advanced, perhaps she'd give them a blowjob too, her life would be great. Do I have this thing just about nailed?"
"No, you're making it sound shallow. But that's to be expected because you think sex is dirty and you feel a little guilty about liking it. And finally, you feel like you're powerless when you give a man what he wants."
"I don't think sex is dirty. I think it has its purpose and usually, it feels really great too."
"Well, good. So allow me to go back to the beginning of this conversation. If I'm a man, there's not much I can do about it; science has proven I'm going to think about sex a lot every day. When I walk through a store or a park and see a hot looking chick, I can't help but notice her. And when I notice her, certainly that will trigger a judgement. And the judgement most men make is "Hot babe, I'd fuck her." So then I come home and I see another hot babe and now I really want to fuck. It all serves its purpose to make us horny and to use that feeling to have a good time together. If a man looks at a Penthouse, he sees pictures of hot babes and it helps make him want to fuck his girlfriend or wife."
"Give me that Penthouse."
I passed it to her. She thumbed through the pages and found a pictorial of a man and a woman having kissing, fondling each other and having sex. She held it open for me to see. "Okay, you're saying that if I'd loosen up, look at pictures like this and shut off the negative judgements, I'd probably end up wanting to have sex with you more often?"
"Exactly, don't you think that's true?"
