But for some odd reason because I went off to Europe I had changed. I didn’t know how to tell her. I couldn’t find the words to tell her that I ha... lost my virginity. It’s not like I had broken some promise to her to save myself for when or if we were ever ready to more from friendship to relationship. I just didn’t know if this information would change how we were. Finally I decided how I was going to tell her. I quickly ripped out a piece of paper and wrote down that I had lost my virginity. He could feel her juices running into his lap. “I love my cock in you,” he murmured against my lips. “Here and now. You are so sexy.” “I’m not usually this much of a slut, there’s just something about you.” Her words eased that strange, supressed feeling of dismay from earlier. “I’m so glad you like me. Do you like my cock in you?” She leaned forwards and nibbled his earlobe. “Very much,” she whispered. Her breath on his neck was like fire. “Good, I like your pussy.” “Must be we're a good. She always had me do that and theninsisted I go wash my hands immediately afterward. Not this timehowever. She was applying the slippery stuff with her own hands. Iasked her about it. She smiled that heart melting smile of hers at me.And it wasn't until she'd gotten my little soldier nicely in its littletube and then folded it away between my sacs that she answered me.I think she was just trying to distract me from the fact that my littlesoldier fit quite easily in the smaller tube. My. Gríma — Wormtongue — had done something to her yesterday. Something lasting, even beyond what she’d felt while it was happening. It was outside her understanding, and she’d gained no answers since.In the aftermath of his intrusion she’d struggled her way through lunch — sitting as far away from him as possible, though the King appeared to take no notice — and then spent the balance of the afternoon childishly spreading whispers, making sure his new name reached every receptive year. To her.