Though it still hurt. But I dunno! All that sticky stuff! It didn’t hurt like this when I did it… when I lost my… my virginity. Or it was a diff...rent kind of pain. Sharp. Not so deep. Am I bleeding?” “I don’t think so. I don’t think you’re supposed to bleed at the back.” “I thought I was about to.” “Do you think I should…? You know, should I? With Navin?” wondered an anxious Samantha. “You don’t want to get pregnant. There’s too much of this sticky stuff! And it hurts too! In fact, it’s. Face burning, I went back and cooked his steak and that was the end of it.When I got home that night, I cried. Hated that I cried. Hated the fact that the only moment that I got the time of day from an handsome man was to be humiliated.So there he was, two nights later, walking into a sex shop. Still looking good; tall, even build, salt and pepper hair, jeans and a simple, untucked white shirt. I was really didn't like the fact that I still found him attractive...one shouldn't find douche bags. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her lips, once again, feeling them open to receive his tongue. Another long kiss, and he went down her throat, to her collar bone, and her chest. She felt the hair on his chest rubbing along where they made contact, as he slid down her body. He took both breasts in his hands and went back and forth, kissing the flesh, and sucking at her nipples. Her breath was coming faster, yet. His lips moved slowly across her belly and down further o kiss her. My hard-on pressed against her ass and I was so excited that it almost hurt. I kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear and ran my hand over her tits. Debbie had her eyes shut but Gene was watching me grind into her and squeezing her breasts. I whispered again, "Are you ready for this?" She whispered back, "Yes." I whispered, "Gene's looking at you." Debbie opened her eyes, caught Gene's gaze and held it. She stared at him and he stared at her. I was surprised that Gene had not made any moves toward.