Thelooks were almost like starving animals looking at a walking talkingsteak but I did not know why then. My thoughts kept going back to myproblems wi...h girls. I was worried I would be a virgin forever.I had read some romance novels out of boredom and I had a vague idea howMen were supposed to act around women, and a notion of how they shouldact with men. But I never encountered any scenario in life that resembledwhat I had read. I just wanted to feel attractive and appreciated whilebeing. Sitting up, astride his body, I reached down to direct his hard cock into my pussy. The rubbing had made my juices flow and I was quite wet. I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet slit pressing it against my still little clit on each rub. When he felt the head of his cock meet the moist lips of my cunt he pushed up. His cock quickly buried in the wet tunnel. We fell into a practiced rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my cunt, his hands now massaging my hard nipples.I bent forward. .. what? I wasn't worried, or sad, or angry, not yet. I just didn't get it."Judy! What's going on? HIV? Sex with George? This doesn't make any sense!" Get out!"I got off the bed."I don't have AIDS. I'm not gay. What are you talking about?" (Sex with George Mathis? Could she have done that? HIV? She couldn't have it. Could she?)"I got tested today. The test was positive." She seemed to be trying to control herself."What? How? Why were you tested?" Because Dr. Schadenfreude thinks everyone should. Maybe I’d be lucky the first few times. But I knew me all too well. It’d be just like everything else. Once we started, I’d just want to do it all the time. And I’d end up with a baby in my belly for sure. So he showed up with the comdom. “No more excuses,” he grinned. “I know you want to do it as much as I do.” I did. I really did want his body tight against mine with his cock stuck way up inside me. I pressed the silver packet into his.