A few days later, Paul asked me what happened. Embarrassed, I regaled to him what happened. He laughed and explained that Sarah was less than discreet... Sarah had already told many of her girlfriends that I was ‘blessed’. I had Paul to thank for the encounter too; he had fucked her already. He told Sarah that I was still a virgin and it seemed this was her mission, to de-flower as many of us as possible. Crimson with toe-curling embarrassment, my only consolation was that getting laid was almost. Somehow I realized it was going to be more than a regular orgasm because I could feel it starting deep inside. Without any reservations, I WANTED it to happen, the pressure of his penis triggering the cherry held inside me for so long.I came---psychologically, emotionally, physically--in the first homosexual experience of my life.I had never felt another boy climax, and the feeling was intense--his breath on my neck and his hardon jumping against mine drove me crazy. Needless to say, we made a. "Thank you, Sir."When the judge rang off, I sat down on the commode seat, heavily. How did this happen to us again? Maybe I was just jumpy. What if I was letting my imagination run away with me?What if?I washed my face and opened the restroom door. My eyes swept left, and I confirmed the ladies were still locked in their restroom. At least I was the only one in trouble. Ortega was right there waiting for me, so we could board. He started to say something, but then dropped before my eyes. It was. Kreunend beantwoord ik haar zoen.Maar dan laat ze mij los en gaat ze weg.Schoorvoetend ga ik terug naar het bureau van mevrouw. Ze zit nuweer achter haar bureau. Aarzelend blijf ik bij mijn kledingstaan, niet wetend wat te doen. Het is al elf uur geweest zie ikop haar bureauklokje.Maar als ik mijn kleren wil pakken, zegt ze: 'laat die klerenmaar liggen. Je hebt die toch niet meer nodig. Je kan nu naar jekamer gaan. Morgen voor het ontbijt breng je al je eigen klerenhier en je leg ze hier bij..