."What? What's wrong Paul?"He was clenching his fists now. "It was so weird. I had never met someonethat had enjoyed "Game of Thrones" as much as I di.... We talked all nightabout it all night..." He then shook his head and then rolled his eyes."What did she do, Paul?" We've lived together for two years, and everything was so good. It wasgreat, even. Then last night I came home to..." He lost his words andtried to hold back his anger."Find her with another man?" No," Paul said as he began to pace. I am one of the oldest in my class, only younger than two people who are both in their late twenties and early thirties. People may ask, "Well, what’s the big deal?" But they really don’t understand. I may be one of the oldest but I am certainly the most naive out of the girls. I have never been the type of girl to go with a different boy every week, and as time’s gone on, I’ve found it more and more difficult to lose my innocence. The group I hang around with are all seventeen and all have. .. and once she did, no one took it from her!Damn... she was hot, too! Riding western-style above the saddle for any distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-minutes she'd been forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging to her naked young loins immediately re- firing her sensual excitement. If she kept it up she was going to slip into a series of uncontrollable orgasms for sure, and this morning she definitely did not want that to happen before she got to young. I had often fantasises over her when we were growing up but she was always too young so it wouldn't be right, plus it was Daves sister!! How could I think like that about someone who was like a sister to me!!!But looking at her in her small black mini skirt with a red tight top I could see a beautiful young woman emerging from that annoying little girl that used to follow us around.As the drinks flowed into the evenin I began to speak to her about her school and how she was getting on at her.