But I got the reputation as a slut, I guess. That’s what scared you off, back when you started going with Lori? I flashed my pussy at you, I wanted ...ou to at least try to do things with me.“I continued being ‘the easy girl’ when I got to Uni; then one morning I woke up in my bed; I guess I had been fucked by I don’t know how many guys; my pussy was aching and bruised, and I was covered with dried come. I decided that was it, no more being the easy lay. I gave up sex completely until I had moved. She was now wearing a long, sleeveless red dress with a slit on one side. Her hair was piled up in an elegant bun. She looked equally beautiful as a tomboyish warrior or a feminine lady. ‘I’m wearing flats tonight,’ she said. ‘I won’t look too much taller than you this time.’ As we sipped red wine at our favorite Italian restaurant, I looked into my wife’s deep blue eyes. ‘So, sweetie, how much can you tell me about this one? It turns me on so much to hear about your kills.’ Debbie gave me that. My mom had fed this guy her delusions. "Nah." I said."Man, sorry, girl, the thing I hate about these kinds of games is that like, I get nervous about hurting someone and what if they really mean no and they say stop but I think it's part of the game, you know what I mean?"What a dunce! I nodded though, I did know exactly what he meant, from the receiving end. "You no gentaman." I told him."Aww, I thought I was the other night." Ya pee in ma outh!" I hiccupped.He laughed and pushed me, I fell. And he laughed. And then he laughed some more.By this time, the tears were just flowing down his face. He took a breath, looked at me, pointed, then laughed even harder, pushing his chair away from the table, bending over and holding onto his stomach with both hands.I remember that other time I'd been the focus of that booming laughter. By this point I'd been flushed and squirming, his laughter making me self conscious, making me doubt my position. Now I just let him get it out of his system..