He whispered, “A virgin slut? Well not anymore. You’re my slut!” I never had a chance after that. Bryan pulled out of me a few inches and power...ully plunged back into to me. I never knew sex could be so painful and so… so fucking awesome at the same time! I felt every inch of him thrusting inside my cherry-less pussy. I lost all thought as a mask of riotous nerve-endings twitched and tingled when he placed a finger on my clit. The pressure of his roaming finger and the thrusts pummeling my. Jamie was there, her shoulder pressed against mine, but she didn’t say a word. Her presence was enough, it was comforting and solid.I kinda went into a bit of a funk. Maybe I was pouting. Mostly I was crushed, thinking I had fooled myself, that I was desperate enough to drive away someone who was a good friend.I texted her that night, apologizing for pushing her, for assuming and for making her uncomfortable. She didn’t reply.The holidays rolled around and I was still in a shit mood. I had told. She was impressed, also by my chutzpah. We ambled on uptown, and stopped for a drink in the NY Athletic Club, where I was a member – trying not to think about the two weekends in bed that I had once spent there with a girl. I show Martha around a bit. Then we ambled through the park, without much to say. After we had looked at the bowling greens and wandered on in silence, Martha held my hand a little tighter and glanced over at me and asked: ‘Can I talk about us?’ She sounded so serious, I. Will had already taken his shirt off and hung it near the door. Lace was wearing her usual strip of cloth around her chest. Today it was green. Jack was having less trouble today. The previous day’s clothing experiment hadn’t gone nearly as well. Jack only had sturdy trousers and durable long sleeve shirts. After day one of having to twist and tie her shirt she’d decided she needed something better. Yesterday she’d tried a cook’s apron. It might have worked for someone build like Lace, but Jack.