Roger is Natalie's best friend. Sometimes, I wonder why she did not marry Roger. They were a couple for a very brief time in collage and then decided ...o continue a platonic relationship. I knew about the baggage named Roger when I proposed, so I knew pretty much everything that I needed for an advance warning.What I did not know was the extent to which it would come to haunt me. I am not insecure and I am not afraid of losing Natalie to Roger. The reason is - I never had Natalie, I was just the. They had been so sure that they had been home free."I'll walk you to your room" Darrel said."No need." Oh yes there is. You are not too steady on your feet right now. You are my pretend date for the evening and I always walk my dates to their doors when I bring them home."When we got to my room he held out his hand and I handed him the key card. He swiped the lock and pushed the door open and I turned to thank him for the evening and when I did he took me in his arms and kissed me. He slipped. She continued to move until she was pressed against him, his face on her bare back. Tom inhaled her scent and began to kiss along the small of her back, just above the waistband of her skirt. Lexi bent over, pushing her butt up into his face, and put her hands on her knees as she gyrated. She was murmuring to herself, making little cooing sounds. Tom was desperate to touch her now. He wanted to rip her skirt off and bury his nose between those two globes. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her. That didn't keep me from masturbating to fantasies about my school mates, male or female.And, needless to say, I was young, so I was masturbating. A LOT.My first real sexual experience would be with a boy, when I stayed over at his house one weekend night the following spring.Shawn was my best friend and we'd been hanging out all year. Like me, he was skinny, geeky, slightly odd looking, not part of the "in" crowd in my small town school, which my family had transplanted me to after a few.