So he tried to put his fingers inside me. I fought with all my strength to escape and luckily I managed to open the door and roll out of the car. He w...s angry, insulted me several times then left with the car screeching tires. The next day, upon arriving at college, I was ready to excuse him, after all, he was drunk and wasn't used to girls like me, who prefer to remain a virgin for no apparent reason. But when I got there everyone looked at me strangely, while some girls that hated me were. The nylon fabric was soft, the lace sexier than anything I had in my underwear drawer. What was the big deal. It was just sex. He was hot, an amazing kisser when his hands weren't groping all over me. Plus, he seemed to care about me. He said he imagined this lasting longer than just prom. I put on that lingerie that afternoon before prom thinking there was a good chance that he would be taking it off. He didn't end up taking it off for me, but it didn't end up staying on either. When the prom. As Jason was looking through various stacks of bric-a-brac he spotted something that caught his interest. It looked like a digital camera. Now that was something worth looking at.Examining the camera, Jason could find nothing resembling the masking tape price tag that was usually adhered to every surface at such sales. The camera was in great shape and even had some extra memory sticks and software included. He couldn't believe that no one had snatched the camera up yet! As he fiddled with the. I found myself thrusting out to meet him, as he worked me over vigorously, yet carefully. I called out as each of his thrusts split me apart.As he withdrew slightly for each thrust, my body sought to keep him trapped inside. I whimpered as he withdrew completely, only to turn me around, and re-enter, our faces meeting. I whispered that I never wanted him to stop. I was delirious with pleasure.He called me a slut. I agreed. He asked me if I wanted him to cum inside me. I begged him to. He asked.