After she calmed down, I put on a condom. She looked at it and said, "What the hell is that for?" I told her that I wanted to be safe and she laughed...."I'm on the pill, don't worry." I pulled it off and crawled over to her once more. I lined my dick up with her pussy, and slowly pushed it in. I had never had sex before, so this was the best feeling I ever had. I started pushing in deeper, and she started letting out little gasps. I shoved my dick as deep as I could and pulled almost all the way. So as I hung there and waited, paralyzed, privately, I could admit to myself that I was dreading my future. My mind kept going over visions of horror after horror of what might be to come – imagining what it would feel like if I were rendered passive and obedient, my skull implanted like the former slave on the ship; and then imagining countless faceless men looming over me as they rape me; rape me; rape me. I imagined being in the power of one of those men who likes to make girls scream, and I. “Do you think it would be okay for me to go and see them?” Joyce asked.“I don’t see why not,” I answered.Joyce went to their room and my cock was swelling to the point of bursting. She was in Jen’s and Martin’s room, seeing them in bed together! It was thirty minutes before Joyce returned to the kitchen and she had a huge smile on her face.“Maybe tomorrow, you should not take their coffee to them,” Joyce joked to me, “She was embarrassed that you almost saw her boobs!”I laughed and agreed.“It. Lindsey, through a scholarship and a Foundation Study, got a degree in Irish Studies. There were actually one or two people at her college who had went to high school with her who didn't realize that the two women with the same name were one of the same. How could they be? The Lindsey Dunham they knew in high school was non-descript, forgotten as soon as she left the room. This one ... she had dark eyes that always sparkled, a laugh that could be heard across campus, and when not in class,.