It was organised for a local pub close to work, just a few drinks after work on a Friday night.As I was driving I wasn't drinking but went along for t...e laugh anyway.Abigail was a girl working in the office at the time who obviously didn't go out much and had led a quite sheltered life (seemingly).She often told us about her Church and talked to us about her religion.She was very pretty in a plain sort of a way.As the night progressed she steadily got more and more drunk everyone thought it was. I run my nails along the sides of your chest, leaving faint red trails behind. I can feel my orgasm budding already. I grind down hard and it’s your turn to dig your nails into my ass. They almost break skin. You buck wildly into me. Harder. Deeper. I see the expression on your face. You’re holding back. It pushes me over the edge. I grab two handfuls of your chest hair, let my head fall back, and let out a scream that must’ve travelled up all the way from the tips of my toes. The echoes are. "Be hearing from you soon," he chuckled.With the bottle in my pocket I walked home and there it stayed for the rest of the week for I didn't have the nerve to use them. Then Ted rang me on Friday night."Did you get them?" he asked."Yeah," I admitted."Well how did it go?" he asked."Haven't used them yet," I admitted."For fuck sake," he said, "give her one now and I'll be over to hold your hand." Right I will and thanks," I said.I made her tea and put one crushed pill into it; it was nine o'clock. There was no overhead light, but a single wall sconce light near the door. It was a severely plain room, but I had lost my virginity in this tiny bedroom, and so had Mark. No, I hadn’t lost it: I gave my virginity to Mark, and he gave his to me. I couldn’t help smiling when I thought of it that way. Mark was naked, gloriously naked, when he crawled into bed and took the side by the wall. I knew he wanted that side, because he liked me on his right, with my head on his shoulder. It was fairly.