That suited Candy fine as she was cherishing her virginity.All was well at Broadfield until one Autumn day when a new lad named Jay Whistler suddenly ...howed up, (a late enrollee or perhaps transferred from another school?).Nobody really knew. As everyone was settled in their social circles, he went unapproached for the first few weeks.Then one day on a spontaneous shopping run into Laketown, the nearest populated area, Chad Westbrooke the school quarterback, the tall blonde stallion and social. We exchanged the sort of chit-chat that people who aren’t really interested in one another do just to be polite: What do you do? Etcetera. She told me that she recently bought her first house, a townhouse in the suburbs. She was a technician at a company that installed and maintained computer equipment. I mentioned that I worked at the newspaper. That’s how she knew how to get in touch. She called me the following week. “I’m having a painting party at my new house and I want you to come,” she. She grasped at her bra, pulled it down as her succulent, beautiful breasts became exposed to me for the first time.They were luscious, not too large with small pebble like nipples that were hardened by her fucking and sexual arousal.She leaned forward, grabbed my head and thrust it into her chest. I opened my mouth and took one of her tits into it, sucking then biting the nipple slightly. She moaned with pure pleasure at my actions, it appeared she was a devil whore.My cock continued to fuck. The world was most definitely in turmoil.Suicides spiked among many groups. Those who lacked working vaginas and penises could be offered little more than a lot of Ativan. Those who had made serious vows of lifetime celibacy sometimes chose to keep the vow and end the life. Similarly with those who were too traumatized by past experiences of sex.Gay men found that they could get stiff erections in the presence of women and penetrate them to relieve the ferocious hunger, even if they didn’t.