‘Very much.’ he kissed me again, harder, and we stumbled our way over to the couch. We didn’t spend anymore time chatting after that. I helped ...im out of his shirt and jeans, and tossed them on the coffee table. Blaine was always doing the same when she brought her boy-toys home, and for some reason, it made me feel more adult, more mature. I had always lived by pages torn from the ‘Rule book of Blaine,’ but I had never been able to pull off the things she did quite as well. ‘Not until now.’ . While returning to the hotel, behind the reception, i saw a poster of an interview of an actress. I was jobless so I started reading it. After a while the person at the reception noticed me and turned back and then turned towards me and called me.i was confused about why he was calling me so i went to him. He told me to come closer and whispered in my ear “Kitne wali chahiye”. Firstly I did not understand what he was talking so i again looked at the poster and then i was shocked to notice that. I hadn't been able to stop that from happening,and I could feel the guilt boiling up inside me. Oh God, notagain, I knew guilt far to well. It had been my constantcompanion since my eleventh birthday. That was the day I firsttasted blood. I don't know what it tastes like to other people,but to me it is the taste of impotence, of abject failure.I learned that lying on my side in a wrecked car, blood all overme. My birthday had been the day before, and my father hadpromised me a double scoop. I decided to try it out, was wearing a t shirt and shorts and decided to strip down to my boxers,I had plenty of condoms but i did'nt want to make her delicious smelling cunt smelling like a used propillactic plus i wanted to feel every inch of her! And if I impregnated her,her or my brother would never know whos k** it really is! I got on the couch again slowly and knelt down between her legs I was still shaky but still hard as a rock she didn't budge, my cock was bulging through my boxers and.