"Does it hurt?" Let's go outside," I said, trying not to smile and hoping I was going to get a chance to show her whether it hurt or not. She was one ...f the prettiest girls in the whole damn school. Anyhow, we sat in the same place."Sometimes it hurts," I said. "Especially the first time. It varies." Explain." She exhaled."Well, are you a virgin? Do you have a hymen, an intact hymen?"She shook her curly head. "I tore it horseback riding. I guess some of it's left." It's called cherry popping.. Roughly he yanked down my panties, moving down and pulling them with him, taking them off completely and putting them in his pocket, the sick perverted bastard obviously wanted a souvenir of what he was about to do. I felt him move back up, his hands raking at my thighs. Then suddenly I felt his fingers in me- in my-inside me- in my pussy. It hurt like hell, the evil man fucked those fingers into me over and over harder and harder, back and forth until I was getting wet, yeah I was getting hot. Wondering if she knew I had a boner and was aroused left my mind as I knew for sure she did when she looked up at me, not moving her head but just stopped kissing me and looking up with her eyes. She then took my hand and slid it down her pajamas so my hand was touching her ass, oh and how it was better than making out. At this point I knew I was good. We soon found ourselves dashing up the stairs to my room and she grabbed a few candles for lighting. Once in my room and the candles set she. Suckling on my pussy, and licking my clit, she swings her leg over me and gently lowers her own perfection onto my mouth where my inexperience turns into experience in very short order, judging by the problems she has eating me and moaning at the same time. Is this infidelity? Nothing will change my lifelong relationship with my husband, so is this just fun, like going to the opera or playing golf, or have I betrayed everything I believe in? Actually, at this moment, I'm not thinking about.