I began to build a collection of underthings, some stolen from my mother, some from visits to relative's homes. To this day I don't know if any of the... ever realized what was going on, but a perverse history of groundwork was being laid. Until my college years I had never kissed a woman or gotten into any sort of intimate situation with a real woman, but I knew a lot about them just from the pursuit of my own secret interests. Hungry for information I read many articles in the magazines my. The first notes of the act sound in the theater and the young woman comes back to glue her body on me. She does not wait to rub her body of me, with her ass on my belly. She captures the hand that was previously in her sex and smells my fingers.I manage to free my left hand and bring it back to her skirt. I play first with the folds of the kilt, and I go soon under the fabric to caress her tights above the stockings. I don’t know whether she was wearing a g-string before or if she removed it. The pain lurched inside my leg. I rolled off the mattress on the floor, rose onto my knees, gazing up at his hooded face.“If you don’t refrain from polluting the air with your fucking voice, I’ll beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Do you enjoy pain, if you do nod, if not shake your head?”I shook my head.“Open wide, cunt.”My heart raced beating in my chest so hard could hear my heartbeat in ears and feel its echo in temples. My skin felt raw, chilly air blew down on me in a circular motion,. He was playing with me, rather like a cat does with a mouse, but I thought I’d play along with his game. After all, he hadn’t shown his claws yet and I didn’t have anything better to do!“Would be nice,” I ventured, and I shrugged again, still grinning at him like a love-struck kid.“Hmm. Yeah, well, it’s all you’re gonna get, mate!” He raised a finger at me, as if to warn me off. Then he carried on, “C’mon then; there’s a Starbucks next door. You can buy me coffee.” And with that, he walked off.