She sank a bit lower and our eyes met. The knowing smirk playing on her lips made my stomach clench and my head grow dizzy. I took a few deep breaths ...nd looked down at my script, hiding my face and giving myself time to re-assemble my splintered countenance. I didn’t know what was happening, but I didn’t have the time to think about it. There was a classroom full of expectant eyes waiting for me to continue."Thank you very much, Miss Channings," I finally managed to say with a halfway composed. Just remember that I'm not a famous, professional writer, I'm just a fourteen-year old girl trying to tell how I lost my cherry.My name is Donna and I live in a medium-sized city in North Carolina. I guess I could tell you that it's Raleigh, North Carolina, that's not enough for you to figure out who I really am. My parents both teach in colleges in the area and I have an older brother, Paul. When this happened, I was thirteen, he was fifteen.Since this involves sex, I guess I should tell you. Jen is 56, 130lbs with 32F chest and fantastic ass and legs. She got attention wherever she went and always had a long list of admirers. As we left the hotel I could see guys checking her out, who could blame them, she looked amazing. After the meal we met Frank and Jane at the bar. We had a good few drinks there before Frank suggested that we go to their hotel apartment for a few more drinks. We agreed and headed back to their place. As the drinks flowed and the conversation continued, Frank. They kissed and Erin fell into Lynn’s arms. She was exhausted.“Lover, what happened to you?” I was now getting upset.“I need some water and maybe some green tea and to be held.” Erin was almost in tears.I went to the kitchen and put a mug of water and a tea bag into the microwave and then took a tumbler out of the cabinet and filled it half with ice and then to the top with water. I took it to Erin and came back to the kitchen in time to get the hot tea out of the microwave. When I got to the.