Why was I reliving that memory now? It had been so for the past week. Atodd moments one or another of the night's scenes would pop into mymemory and I...would relive it, often in shame. It would be after suchmemories would force themselves onto my consciousness that I would feelthe need to masturbate to get them out of my head.Finally I decided that this could go on no longer. I would call her andask her out. It would be a real date, at a real restaurant with a realman.-----Chez Chochotte is an. "Fuck you feel good," he said. "Nice and tight." He kept fucking me with even rhythm. Not too slow and not too fast, just a nice dance of his cock inside my ass. Like the rest of his technique that night, he wasn't in a rush. Just kept fucking me in that position for a long time until I felt the world slipping away again and wondering how long this would go on. How long could he last, a man his age? The answer: as long as he wanted and certainly longer than anyone had ever fucked me before. His. I cupped the breasts and closed my eyes. Lisa stepped behind me, wrapped her arms around to cover my hands with hers. She whispered in my ear, "Here's your first lesson. How you look can completely change how you feel."She took a step back while I admired myself in the mirror. "Take that off. There's something else we're going to try." She pulled a corset out of her bag, white and lacey. "There are other ways to produce an effect."I removed the sports bra and pulled the corset over my head.. Moments when I wanted to be the rebellious child, and just let loose and have fun. Maybe wear some sexy outfit my parents would throw a fit about, go out and get insanely drunk, or have a one night stand. But I never did, and kept my thoughts to myself. I figured someday I would be able to do something crazy, but just not right now. I started thinking a little differently when I began talking to Nick. Nick had gone to my high school, but we had never really become friends, since we didn’t have.