My virginity. Seems so ridiculous that I care about it, I thought. I'm not "saving myself" for anybody. So why do I feel like this has to MEAN anythin...? Am I expecting him to tell me he loves me? Would it make a difference if I was in love with him? AM I in love with him? "Who cares," I whispered to the girl in the mirror. "You'll be lucky if he even LIKES you when he finds out you have no idea what the fuck you're doing."It's probably going to hurt."So stay in here and get all misty-eyed. Keep. I said, “No it was Penny. She sucked him off!“"You're shittin' me!" Billy gasped. “Wowee.”I then proceeded to tell Billy all about what I had seen. It wasn't easy, because Billy kept interrupting me for more details, but after I finished Billy was beside himself."Pretty crazy, huh?" "Oh man!" Billy said. "Look what your story did to me."Billy undid his pajamas, exposing his erection, which bobbed in front of him in the dim light. "I would have jerked off too, if I was there," Billy said.. I knew who it was.A few more seconds went by before she said, in a quiet voice, "You could have told me." Told you what Ce?" Everything. That you were Dean of the English Department, that you were married to Amy. That you were THE J G Wilson." My, do you know how pompous that sounds? When the book was published, there were four more writers out there named James Wilson. I was the only one with the middle initial g so they used my initials to differentiate me from the others."Yes I was a writer.. Nisha had sent me a good morning message. She was online, so we started talking again. I had a small boner inside my boxer. While talking with Nisha, it was growing huge.After doing normal talks for a while, Nisha asked me if she was really my crush during our school days. I told her the truth that I really liked her. Things changed after that. Even though we hadn’t completely expressed our feelings, we started talking more like a couple. Before leaving the chat, she told me that.