Amanda had hoped to sail home on one of the newer, steam powered ships, but cost constraints by the shipping lines meant that New York was currently t...eir only destination. She had asked around in London and had been advised not to take a cabin on one of the returning cotton ships for they were slow, had inferior quarters and often unruly and vulgar crews. That would never do! Instead, she booked a passage on one of the lighter, faster clippers that primarily transported tobacco into Bristol. The honey-blond – still slightly guilt ridden – teen slumped onto the edge of his bed, careful not to sit on his laptop, and leaned forward toward his acquaintance with forearms on his knees. “Ok, shoot. What’s got you so anxious?” Dillon wasn’t 100 percent sure what this was going to be about. The number of times he’d spoken to the guy man-to-man before today could be counted on one hand, but he had a pretty good feeling.“We’ve, ah, spoken,” Theodore divulged, staring down at his hands.“So?. "Hi," I greeted warmly. He just gazed at me. "M'name's Matt ... seen you around here a lot ... mind if I sit for a bit?"He just shrugged and returned to looking at the sea. I looked out with him ... it was overcast and cool ... way too cool a climate for dolphins, of course, but at least it was the sea ... however cool the breeze flowing in, I enjoyed the salty air.I remembered all the times I'd seen him gazing out ... felt if anything would break the ice with him, the sea would."It's just. Two nights later I was back at Mona’s – voluntarily. She was having a small female gathering for wine, fun and hijinks. I was the hijinks: a sex toy to be used in front of everyone by the ladies as they saw fit. But even before a single guest had arrived I had reached a new level of desperation. Mona decided that she would take my cherry. It was critical for both of us, she explained, that she be the first. She bent me over the arm of a big easy chair, had me spread my cheeks, and fucked me.