I'm not a perv or any thing. I was just looking. No harm in that, right? Her skin was pale and flawless and she actually had a really pretty face. I w...sh I had had a girlfriend that looked like her when I was in high school. (my old high school girlfriend looked like Ferrah Fawcett if that gives you any indication of my age.) My eyes moved over her and stopped on her chest. She shirt was deliberately too tight to show off her small but firm little breasts. A small B cup I would guess. My eyes. How they look to us is just another excuse to stare at them with ogling eyes..so sweet so soft of skin untainted by other hands to feel the first brush of smooth tight and virgin skin..'Opening it for the first time my heart was racing, blood pumping to my crotch, rising and hardening with every pulse. I whisper “It'll be alright I'll go slow.” I hear an exasperated “okay Dan.” I feel her nod against me. I push inside and hear her gasp in pain I know what to do but I fear what will happen. 'How. Even the music faded, to be replaced by a rushing sound in my ears and the only feeling was my heart beating and his chest pressing against me.The moment seemed to last a year before reality returned. Vaguely I realized that even in the kiss, his hands had not wandered, no sneaky grabbing of my boobs or backside. Was that a faint hint of disappointment that I felt? I moved my own hand down, squeezing his backside gently, and he smiled, finally caressing my butt and pressing me into him.I could. I try to keep them closed, not wanting a single tear to fall. Something tells me that if it were, it would be seen. If one fell to the ground that it would be heard.The deafening silence other than the few sounds seems to cause my head to ache. The thoughts that flood my mind. The visions of the room being filled with people watching, observing ... being entertained by me. By my terror.Flash after flash.Image after image.In my mind, I can see a man grinning at me, watching my frail form tremble.