Robinson in my world. My first time? If we’re talking about the Bill Clinton definition of sex, that came when I was sixteen. We were both sixteen, ...n fact. An afternoon in my bedroom after school, since my parents wouldn’t be home until much later. I remember we did enough to make sure the pieces of the puzzle fit together, but we were young enough and too ashamed to buy protection, so it was a quick in and out for just a minute or so, and then out for good, because we knew enough not to want. I was stunned to listen those words, I replied, “Yes amni, no problem”. I placed my pillow back on the bed and laid down on the bed. Mom too laid on the bed beside me but she had her quilt in her hand. She spread the quilt and covered her body. The quilt was very big. It could cover two people easily. Dad had brought it from Saudi. I felt sad when I saw mom’s body getting covered with the quilt.The room was getting cooler by the minute. Mom spoke to me again, “Cover your body with the quilt.. I certainly blushed and Kevin smiled. Then Kevin said "We can go out for lunch today, my treat, on Dave;s first day". Then Kevin and Dave left, and I had to ring Jim in his office to tell him the news. Jim said "I know, and I have seen his prick - it's fucking massive. I saw it when he stood next to me in the transport office bog and made sure he saw me wanking, pulling my skin right back. He got hard and then got self conscious and left." "We are going to a pub somewhere for lunch, me and Dave. In her innocence, she didn't really think what this could lead to, or set her up for. She wandered up to the front door, a pang of nervousness catching into her chest as she approached. The door swung open before she even knocked. He was like his picture really, if not better in some strange way. Tall and handsome, dark wavy hair, lean but muscular, a grey specklered, short cut beard across his face. His casual button down shirt tight against his arms, as he smiled down at her, his face.