“Nice to meet you,” I said.Mark sat down again, but this time had moved his body closer to mine so that I could feel his thighs bushing against mi...e. This initial introduction was followed by a bit of general chit chat about the weather and what line of work we were in and where we came from.Marks hand began to caress my thigh, inching his way further and further up and across on to my pubic area. Tom said, “You’ll have to excuse me, I’m needing the toilet.”Tom wrapped his towel around him and. I followed the soft whimpers and grunts to toms room and i stopped outside the door. Luckily the door was open a enough for me to see inside so i did. At first i didnt see tom but then i saw a body curled up in a tight ball on the bed. Sure, id been in his room a few times before but it seemed different this time…somehow. I looked closer and saw the sheets crumpled under him and a couple blankets around the bed. Wow, i thought, hes a messier sleeper than i am. Are you okay tom? I whispered. I. Something I would probably be able to say about several things before the night was through.So far they'd done a good job of keeping the evening moving, with a combination of genuine friendship and lewd double entendres. But now was the moment of truth. I was going to finally lose my virginity. I just hoped it would be in a heterosexual fashion first."Lana, why don't you put Ricky--" Rick," I said."Rick, right, 'cause you're a man now, not a boy," he said. "Lana, darling, why don't you put Rick. She told us about an artist who became her lover while he was doing her portrait. He eventually wanted more of her and tried to get between her and her husband. Mrs. Patron broke it off and has never seen him again. Does that story sound familiar Girlfriend?” “Yeah, I see what you are talking about. The other ring, how did she help?” “She still remembers; she has kept track of him all these year; she has a clipping file every time he appears in an arts magazine. No one sees but her. She told.