On the fourth night I acted like I was bored out of my mind again with lack of TV and asked if I could have one of her pills and turn in early. She s...id that was fine and gave me one of her prescription strength pills to take. Judging by the way she was knocked out the night before I knew mom would think that I passed out. So, I faked taking the pill and layed down on the double bed on the floor of the living room. Up until now mom had slept on the bed and I had slept on the couch behind. " Fuck. Just the mere mention of the word from his lips brought a rush between her now burning thighs. Her heart was pounding. His chest met hers and she felt him push her slowly back into the pile of bears. She felt herself sinking into the bears - falling, carried by them as his lips met her neck. Somewhere, Amanda's unconvincing whispers of "Please don't. Stop" turned into a far more credible "Please, don't stop." Her sensibilities vanished as she could feel herself being undressed. His. "Well I had a talk with you friend after she left, and she gaveme quite the deal, I get to have my way with you tonight and it onlycost me 50 bucks." He says as he sits on the couch, I can't believe it'sstarted so fast, "why don't you get out of those clothes and intosomething a bit sexier, but not fully dressed and make yourself sluttywith some makeup." I walk into my room and talk off my clothes, leavingthe thong on, and roll up my thigh-highs, I put on a bra and insert myfalsies, I walk out. As the weeks of Friday nights wore on and the drinking got more serious, I used to tease him about being a virgin mercilessly. He said he had fucked a girl on holiday, but having used this lie myself when I was fifteen, I saw straight through him. As the teasing got more serious, I used to ask him if he was getting hard talking like this all the time. Embarrassed, he would call me a gay fucker and laugh it off, but I could see I was getting to him with the bulge in his pants. One night when his.