”“Well, if it’s just a fuck, then go for it. If you detect any signs of attachment, tell them I said you can’t do it.”“Yes, Jennifer.”We...just cuddled until her mom came to pick her up. I walked her out to the car, and we hugged and kissed.“Good luck with Stephanie and have fun with Joyce tomorrow.”“You’re really OK with both those situations, aren’t you?”“Yeah, I am. Is Joyce?”“Well, we haven’t talked about the first one except for her indirect comment about it, and I don’t plan to broach that. Himself. Yourself. One choice, one chance to leave your mark on the world, and then the app is gone. Deleted. Like it never happened at all.” She smiled as she spoke. This chill rippled through me. I glanced down, not at my lap or the silk sheets peeking between my thighs. I stared down and down to the metaphorical layers of Hell beneath me.“You’re a...” I looked up at her. “A ... A...” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word aloud. The D stuck on my tongue, unable to form the syllables that. She was drinking wine from a small glass and offered me some. It tasted odd, the yellowish stuff, like licorice, but I drank it. Then she doused her lamp and said, "Undress me, if you please."The process took longer than it should have since we paused along the way to kiss and fondle each other now and then, but when I finally got her bare, my hands found a velvet smooth skin, lightly furred and yielding between her long legs. I explored most of it. She was ready, moist, panting and eager, by. This is the first time I am seeing a girl’s inner wears petticoats, bras, panties, slips, etc. I have never seen this in the orphanage as the girl’s hostel in the orphanage is far apart from the boy’s hostel. I see her legs, thighs through her nighty when light falls on her nighty.I started to see her as a mature girl than my sister. I had a different feeling, and my dick started to get hard. The next morning, when she left for the school, I started masturbating thinking her, this was my first.