”“And three virgins?”“Four.”“Wait, you said three last time.”“Yes, I did.”“No way!”“Is that a problem?”“No, I’m just sur...rised. You’ll be fifteen in April and you’ve had sex with seven girls and four of them were virgins. I guess I’m number five.”“That’s true,” I said. “And in every case, they asked me. Just like you did, each in their own way.”“So you know how to do it with a virgin so she enjoys it? So it doesn’t hurt?”“I can’t promise anything other than to be careful, attentive, and gentle.. The Woods men had the pick of the crop when it came to women to marry, usually the daughter of a family in favour with the patriarch. The chosen one had to have certain qualities, good looks and poise, a compliant manner and a genetically superior bloodline. This is where my mother failed the test. She was certainly pretty enough having been taught grace and deportment from an early age, her bloodline was considered by the Woods to be, while not considered ‘superior’, good enough. Where she. You caught a glimpse of someone behind her but couldn't make out who, chalking it up to family--which would have made you chuckle just thinking about the fact your girlfriend had been caught posing like that by her family if the picture had not turned you on so much.So there you were, wet, frustrated sexually, sitting on your bed. You were tempted to masturbate, and no doubt that was what Sally was going for, but you knew it wouldn't be enough. So when Sally text'd back again, "G'night love!. How I’d taken his hand in mine and guided his fingers across the fabric letting him feel the quivering of my flesh beneath his touch. How, I’d run his finger up and down my moist opening and how we both had watched as the fabric beneath his fingers had got wetter and stickier with his every touch. How I’d lead him up to find the stiff nub of my clitoris, the surprise that ran across his face as I spasmed at his touch and how my legs had started to shake uncontrollably.I’d also wanted to tell.