” They have boyfriends when they are young, experiment sexually, like to flirt and have lots of fun. The other type is the type who behaves themsel...es and follows the directions of their parents and teachers. This story is about the second type. I was always a good girl in school. I had good grades, participated in debate club, and happily spent my evenings and weekends at the church youth group. I went to university and remained a good girl. I didn’t go out partying but rather came home. After a while I moved up and kissed her neck again, she grabbed me and started to snog my face tongues and all.I lifted up my own top and unclipped my own bra, Ruth started to fondle me, my nipples were firm and erect as she did this I rested my hand on the inside of her thigh. As my hand moved further up her leg her kissing slowed down, when I’d reached the top I moved my hand onto the front of her jeans and she parted her legs.As I pulled away from her she looked so pretty, I ran my hand up. I had my back to Tom at the time and a smirk crossed my face. I found myself biting my lip, closing my eyes and then opening them while looking around the room for tell-tale mirrors. There were none. “Silly me,” I suddenly announced, “I prepared another course for you, you nearly made me forget,” I continued. I placed the chair from the table facing the fireplace and told Tom to sit there, close his eyes until I told him he could look. I quickly ran into the kitchen, rumbled through some. "I felt sick. "Do I know him?" I enquired pathetically."Yes, it's Jason, the big black guy I work with."I did remember him from her office Christmas party. A huge, good looking man of 23, the same age as Jane. He treated me quite contemptuously when I was introduced to him, I got the impression that he considered me a wimp, which I have increasingly found that I am."Has he....?" I began to say, but was cut off by Jane."No, he hasn't fucked me yet, but we have had some heavy petting sessions in.