I just… I just did everything too late.” “You’re a young woman.”“Not anymore.” I laughed bitterly, “It seems I’m an old woman at eig...teen.” “I am sorry.”“Don’t be.” I muttered. April put her hand on my shoulder, and placed the capsule against my lips. “Will you take it?” “If I don’t, will you kill me anyway?” She bit her lip again, her brow knitting. “I don’t want to, Elena, but I have to protect him. I know you are strong, but even the strongest will say anything to make it stop.”I gingerly. Alex dared me to touch John's stomach and verify it. So I reached under John's shirt, and, yes, he did have a six-pack. Because our conversation was so casual and John was so handsome, I got horny really fast. Alex sensed my desires and whispered into my ear if I wanted to try MFM right then. We were away from home, a little tipsy, so I said "Why not?!"Few minutes later, we paid our tab and left the bar. In order to make me and John comfortable and get used to each other, Alex offered me to. On the one hand, a boy has porn films he invariably has been exposed to as a reference. But even I, at eighteen, knew that the actions of porn stars cavorting through every conceivable coupling wasn't even remotely close to reality.And my own experiences were too new and too personal to represent some 'normal' level of sexual activity that I could compare to my parents.I watched over those summer weeks. I learned their routines, their sexual likes and dislikes. Heard stuff a boy should never. Dena was fairly tall for a woman, and my sweats would more or less fit her. I told her to go into my cramped bathroom and take a good warm shower, dry off completely, and put on the sweats. She complied silently, and as she did, I heated up a can of soup and dug out some warm bedding. She was still shivering after the shower, but the soup and a cup of instant cocoa helped. After eating, she took the bedding and lay down on the ratty couch along one wall of my combination kitchen-dining.