A moment passed. "What did you want to do?" Dylan asked sheepishly. Karen beamed at him, to let the punchline to her little joke set in. In the end, she decided to make it obvious. "You know what I want. Come here". Dylan immediately started toward the bed, he lifted himself on to it and they fell into each others' arms. Everything felt natural and right, and the prospect that had been agonizing Dylan all day seemed now like the easiest thing in the world.
This wasn't Karen's first idea. The events of that morning had awakened something in her, and all day she couldn't help thinking of new and exciting ways to torment Dylan. She was thrilled in a way she had never felt before. But through everything, she kept coming back to a feeling of guilt for putting him in this position in the first place. This was all her fault, and all things considered, Dylan had been extraordinarily gracious and forgiving toward her. After everything, Dylan really was a great guy, and it wasn't fair to let one little thing (one very little thing) take over his entire life. They could explore some of her more exciting ideas some other time. For now, Karen wanted Dylan to feel like the special guy she knew he was, and she was full of tender affection for him.
And so Dylan got his first taste of real love making: on equal footing now, two bodies sharing their warm touch. It certainly wasn't the kind of sex Karen was used to. First, and most obviously, she didn't feel a thing when Dylan entered her. Secondly, Dylan still was still hyper-sensitive to touch and blew his load within 10 seconds. But there was no rush, they continued kissing and feeling each other, and before long Dylan was ready for another round. This time he held on better, Dylan took things slowly and rhythmically. It wasn't about trying to fuck her daylights out - that may not even be an option with his current equipment - it was about sharing this intimate moment, about looking her in her eyes and kissing her every chance he gets. And though Karen could not feel him inside of her, she did feel that most intimate pelvis-to-pelvis touch that only comes when a man has committed himself to you as far as he is able. Yes, for Dylan this was not very far, but the touch is all the same.
Off and on they continued like this, Dylan fired off a couple more times and Karen did not end up climaxing, but for her this was all about Dylan, and she was satisfied just to know he was feeling better. When things came to a natural conclusion, they cuddled together on the bed. The day was winding down, and it was a nice end to simply be together, and enjoy the moment. As Dylan drifted to sleep, Karen took one last peek at his little dick, sitting soft against his inner thigh. It was cute and little, and she could just imagine the fun they might have together. But then she looked back at Dylan's face. There's more to a man than his dick, and this one was special. She wasn't going to let go of him any time soon.
The next morning, Dylan woke up feeling something cold and round in his hand. Groggily, he inspected the foreign object. He was holding the coin from the day before, the source of all his grief. Then he checked the most important thing - he apprehensively peeled away the sheet that was hiding his penis, hope beyond hope taking hold of him. A wave of relief washed over him: his penis was back to normal. He shook Karen awake. Without even saying a word he displayed the coin to her, then guided her still waking eyes to his dick. For a moment, he thought he detected something like disappointment in her face, but it quickly disappeared into a supportive smile. Dylan wasted no time putting his restored manhood to use, he rolled over on top of Karen and set to work.