It was worse when it came all the way out. He pushed in further and further till he was buried in my ass. He waited long moments before he started pum...ing in and out slowly. “Fuck, Mary, you are tight as a drum!" It hurt. I couldn't lie. I was sweating and biting my lip. I had never felt so much like a slut. I had to admit it, I was turned on. Evan held my ass cheeks apart and picked up the pace. He was thrusting much more rapidly and harder now. He was making these noises, little grunts of. It was of a thin translucent material. Sadly for the bartender and the guests, she wore a white slip under it. Her legs were slim. Sitting on the stool had caused the muscles of her calves to tense and lift quite fetchingly. From where the man at the end of the bar sat, he'd've been able to catch a hint of thigh before she smoothed her skirt. Not that he had.She watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was no sign that he'd noticed her.She was distracted momentarily by the bartender. “God! Last night I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt someone was having sex and it was driving me crazy. Ha! It sure must have been good!”“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.“Oh! The moaning and groaning and the thrashing around. Man, I was really out of it. Did you have nightmares last night? I thought it was you! But I guess not.”“I didn’t have nightmares that I know of.”I smiled broadly at him, “Hey! I want to shower.” I said and threw the covers off and headed for the shower. I knew my. I’d wanted to lose my virginity at fifteen or sixteen, but I hadn’t succeeded. Why? Because I was sure I was going to be shot down by the girls. I wondered if it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy — I was sure they wouldn’t want to be with me so I’d behaved in ways that made them not want to be with me. As I mused over the change that had occurred after I’d been with Jocelyn, it really did come down to one thing — self-confidence. I KNEW at least one girl found me attractive and interesting.