It was a mistake; it didn’t get better. In fact it got a lot worse but having gone so far it felt wrong not to see things through to their natural c...nclusion. The resulting sex was excruciating rather than exciting, extremely short and very embarrassing for us both. At least no-one saw us! The walk back to the cottage was awkward and painful and an immediate shower was essential on my return. I was sore and uncomfortable all night and the following morning and had to invent a few lies to put. I’m prepared.”“Prepared?” I asked.She laughed, “I studied!”“What?”“I went to the library and checked out a copy of The Joy of Sex! I read it cover-to-cover. Twice. And reread certain parts of it.”I had to laugh, “The same way you studied for exams!”“Well, neither of us has any experience beyond kissing and a bit of careful touching. I knew YOU wouldn’t do it.”“I, uh, thought we’d just kind of figure it out like people have for a half-a-million years or so.”“You thought wrong.”I felt Jocelyn’s. 'Your not the shy type, are you Mariel', he asked me as I sat in front of him?I was wearing a cotton dress, my white socks were tucked inside my black shoes, and they in turn lay off to the side of where I sat cross-legged, and laying back on my elbows, never thinking for a moment, this man of the cloth, was looking up at my bared, and open crotch.'No Sir', I replied respectively, not really understanding his definition of the word 'Shy', or what he was implying to.'Your Daddy encourage you to. Patiently and gently he slipped his finger deeper and deeper inside, until he was completely in. The mushy insides of her vagina embracing his finger, a warm wet welcome embrace. He started to move his finger in and out of her, hoping he could make her moan. Hoping that while her mind was deeply asleep her body would still communicate to him, welcome him, encourage him. There was no response at all, she was completely knocked-out. Her body limp, her head slumped to the side and her lips.