‘I’ll do whatever it takes’, she said to herself. And if whatever it took was to go to church, then she’d happily do that. She had lost it bad...for Josh, she knew, but it made Tess nervous. She had never had a relationship not based on sex, and she wasn’t sure that any guy would want her without the sex – it was the only thing she was really good at. * * * * * The next Saturday night, she went to Group, which was the weekly Saturday night gathering, mainly for teenagers, with games, Bible. And she continued to remind me it would still be "her kid" and therefore actually "our kid" and that child would always remind us how wonderfully free and sexual we were, and how this birth would be the most avant-garde thing we could possibly do, and how her clock was ticking, and what strong love bonds we would create with them, and how this was our one chance to explore something few others ever get to explore, and how the jealousy and ownership issues I was feeling were something we always. Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we’d chat a bit. One morning, she brought me some tea and, as she stood by me chatting, I put my hand on the back of her knee and started to slide it very slowly up the back of her thigh. She didn’t object at all, even when my hand was far enough up her dress to feel her panty girdle, smooth over her ass. In fact, she leaned over and we kissed. I stood up as we continued to kiss and I unbuttoned the front of her dress. I moved her onto the bed and. “More,” she panted. “More!”And then I remembered my training, and started rubbing the pad of my thumb in tiny circles against the eensy-weensy little button at the crest of lips. First, she locked up. For a beat or two, her back arched violently and her stomach tightened. Then, she went absolutely apoplectic, jerking and twitching beneath me like she was receiving shock treatment. Ahh, the female orgasm; so elegant, so graceful.“Holy fucking shit,” she said after returning to Earth. “Where did.