Warren and Sophie were alarmed at how bad she looked. She'd lost weight. Her face was mottled. Her eyes were dull and lifeless.And she threw up, twice... while she was there.She was putting on a good act, but there was something seriously wrong."My God," Warren said, after she had left, "she looks like death." I know," Sophie said. "She's so weak and frail. And the throwing up." What is wrong with her?" I'm afraid I might know," Sophie said.A couple days later, Sophie invited Jess over again.. I played with his hair and rubbed my hands up, down and around his back, digging my fingers in as I came. I pressed on his hand and asked him to stop for a moment as I panted. We continued, and there and then I had a new experience; we both had sex together on the back seat of his car with him on top, one leg on the floor. I felt his erection against the inside of my thighs. He entered me easily as I was already moist. As he cradled my head from the door he moved in and out of me, twice bring. I had bruises on my knees and her ass was black and blue as well. I don’t remember too much about the specifics. It was a long time ago and we were a little intoxicated. The next time, the following week end, was in her bunk bed. We had the bottom bunk and my friend David and another girl, Karen (A different Karen) were fucking in the top bunk. That was sexy! The girl Dave was with wanted to be with me I think, but I had my sights set on Fran as I wanted another more memorable experience with. Her shirt was drenched and ... bouncing. "You look like a slut in a bar getting your drinks for free," I called out after her.We spent the evening vegging in the livingroom. The sofa was sectional, and positioned in a corner of the room like two wings of comfy meeting in a right angle. The t.v. was on and we sat through several episodes of different shows. Mom was in her spot, kind of right up against the vee of the angle, working a crossword while watching. I was close enough, based on the.