We started dating and hanging out together. I put a lot of life into our relationship and she put a lot of adventure into my sex life. We were both ha...py and spent enough time together that I felt we were going to spend our lives with each other. At least that was what I thought.Often I would stay at her place while she was out with her friends and when she came home we would have sex. That was the thing that kept me from trying to nail her down about our relationship. The sex. She was. She cried out loud in pain and I loved listening to her as she moaned in pain.I twisted my hand up her cunt and stretched her more; trying to find a place that would hurt her. She loved the pain especially knowing that a wild orgasm would soon follow. She needed this, needed this abuse after several weeks of not having sex…She looked at me in the eye as she felt a sharp pain in her cunt. Then she was pushed over the edge. I leaned down and whispered in her ear:“After you come, my fingers are. And I knew she was not the conserved type anymore. I stepped on my brakes a couple of times and her boobs pressed my shoulders.I was just waiting when they would dim the lights and start the movie. The very first scene she got scared and squeezed my palms. I then put my arm over and slightly pressed her boob. She then rested her head over my shoulder. I made a bold attempt and kissed her forehead. She did not resist. I then boldly smooched her lips and nose and my other hand was already. “Sure… cool, let’s do it,” Gareth answered, almost defiantly.Once in the bar, Gareth’s anxiousness abated fairly quickly. His eyes had darted around manically after we first arrived, as if some weird creature was about to jump on him. Once the ‘normalcy’ of the place dawned on him, it was as if a valve had been opened and a great pressure released. I was happy that the bar wasn’t hectically busy, but then it was very early by gay standards.Gareth then surprised me by asking, “So if you were.