He placed it into my hand. My mind frantically thought back to Miss Ludy’s sex ed lessons. I tore open the packet, trying not to giggle at the almos... slimy feel of it. ‘Hey, a cock’s no different to a banana really!’ I thought. With an air of (fake) confidence, I slid the pale condom onto his penis. It was warm, throbbing oh so slightly. I lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. Scott wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing me, one hand moistening his protected cock with my juices. It. He wrote down that he wanted to pick me up and take me to a quiet place where I could please him. Nobody would know. Just us 2. Just fun.I decided to just do it, we exchanged whatsapp and sent a few messages and I didn’t dare to tell it was my first time. My parents would be away for the weekend and I asked if he could pick me up around 8pm 2 blocks of the place of my parents.That evening I walked to that corner. I wore my tightest jeans to prevent any sex in pussy or ass. :) Just to make sure.. “Maybe you’re right, sir,” Tweed told him, reluctantly. I agreed with Tweed, but kept my mouth shut this time. I admitted to myself that Tweed could be wrong, but somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice was saying that he was right.Nothing happened the rest of that week, or the beginning of the second week of March. We were beginning to believe that maybe we had been wrong, and things really were okay. Four weeks plus had passed since the second incident, and nothing more had happened.. When it was time for me to leave, Monique found an excuse to go downstairs with me: putting the garbage bag out. Jean-Luc watched us to the end of the corridor and we descended the stairs a little nervously. I touched her hand and she squeezed mine.“I call you,” she whispered, quickly strutting down the street in the opposite direction from my car.I heard nothing for a couple of days and was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen. Maybe she had thought better of it. Maybe Jean-Luc had.