Her sense of duty and honor make certain types of decisions into obligations, and that makes me somewhat uneasy.”“Then I have to ask if you’re m...king the right decision taking her as a lover.”“Which was what I was thinking, but she made it very clear that she’s the one who decides when, and with whom, to become a woman, and that virginity isn’t something to be prized in and of itself. She explicitly stated that there is no shame in coming to the wedding bed with sexual experience, and that. It was morning and when I opened my eyes, Roger was again pounding between her wide-open legs."You want to fuck the slut?" he asked as he rolled off her.Well, I had my usual morning boner so I nodded and set about it.He dumped her shortly after although she did come and visit me a couple of times and she stayed the night. Roger met and married some other girl and I was invited to their wedding.One of the many problems of being single was I had to attend some social functions like the Cricket. I knew I was lying on the carpet in our living room. I knew it was my birthday. I knew that my entire extended family was in the room staring at me – that’s the other reason I didn’t want to open my eyes. I knew I’d just had hysterics in front of everyone and then collapsed.The one thing I was drawing a complete blank on was ... why.I looked inside my brain and the place where my memories should be looked like the film you see after a tornado has ripped through a cheap housing tract. There was. That night was a long one. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t get to sleep. Finally, I kicked the covers off in frustration. There was one thing I could do that might help. My right hand slid up under my nightie like it had a mind of its own. I delicately caressed my breasts and tweaked my sensitive nipples. It felt so good I moaned slightly. I gently stroked the satin-soft skin of my belly, teasing myself by ducking under the waistband of my panties but not quite reaching my pussy..