“Bugger Thor’s Hammer!” I swore as my sandalled feet found a deep puddle. I’d been swearing by the Norse Gods all evening. I had pretending to...be a Viking for so long that I kept in character. My language had been the only enjoyment I’d had. I went to meet Hilary who was to have been there. She wasn’t. Everyone else there were couples in matching costumes so I felt an outsider. Hilary had told me that she and her friends were performing at a re-enactment early in the evening and would come to. I was shocked in listening to that word from her mouth and told her that I am virgin and didn’t get any one yet. Topic changed.After dinner we started watching movie and there was some romance and kiss scene in that movie to which I showed like I am not watching it but she was deeply looking into it. I coughed and she responded back. She was shy at that time but I told that there’s no problem with me. And she gave me naughty smile then we went to sleep, we shared single bed that night as she. I remember one particular time, I was home alone, I don't remember where you were, and I was masturbating, just lying in bed, touching myself, and suddenly I realized I was thinking about her, about kissing her, and licking her nipples. I imagined it was her fingers inside me, not my own, and I became aroused, wet, I started pumping my fingers harder, I imagined her kissing me while doing it, and I had an incredible orgasm. And another one.After that, I found myself constantly thinking about. “I’m in no condition to have a man in my life again. I feel better. You helped me feel better, Bobby, and I appreciate that. For the first time in a long time, I don’t dread waking up every day.“I’m glad about that,” said Bobby.“This is what I mean!” said Prudence, getting up and pacing. “You’re polite. You’re talented, and you definitely have a way with women. You make me want things that I’m in no position to want. I think about you entirely too much!”“Look,” said Bobby. “You’re making it.