But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate,...all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancee, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me... but it was fun!Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to. His friends sometimes were jerks to her, saying, "Have you slept with Ryan yet? Why not? Don't you like him? Are you a prude or something?" He was never there when they said it, and she didn't want to mention it to him for fear he'd say, "Well, aren't you?"She thought he sometimes had a longing look in his eyes when he looked at her. She hoped she wasn't frustrating him. Whenever they screwed around now he practically always came, so she knew he didn't have "blue balls" or whatever. He kept. "I don't know what Sarah toldyou, but I don't actually enjoy all this." You don't hate it, either," my mother replied, matter-of-factly. "Doyou?" Well, ... I mean..." I stuttered, but she didn't really listen to me."At any rate, you don't hate it enough to stand up to your girlfriend,"she said."Well, you don't need to help her," I said with a hurt voice.She paused for a second."I'm trying to help you," she said."How?" I moaned reproachfully. "By making me wear makeup?" I get the feeling that. She looked up again, her green eyes pleading, not sure why she was acting like this or why she was obeying his orders, but she let the cock slip from her mouth, her hands grabbing his shorts and yanking them quickly down to his knees. She was shocked at what she saw. All of the pictures in her sex education class were of a flaccid penis, not a large, throbbing cock like Dr. Michael’s. It stood out over eight inches long, bobbing before her face, her tongue running over her lips as she saw it..