I was impressed with the funeral director; I initially thought he was some smarmy, obsequious weasley sort of guy, but he proved to be a great help to...Colleen. He listened to what she wanted, how she felt Dennis would want his funeral conducted, and undertook to make things happen. He arranged for the priest to visit and plan how the requiem mass would be run, including what hymns would be sung, and made arrangements with the football club for suitable catering at the wake. All Lisa and I had. I liked that hypothesis better. But, when it was finally impossible to keep believing it, I resolved myself to the conclusion that I was the laughing stock of all of the girls in my high school.Of course this humiliated me. And for some time, I avoided situations where a girl could get her hands on me. But finally I came to the conclusion that doing that wouldn't stop them from talking about me. It wouldn't keep me from being the butt of their cruel jokes. It would only keep me from feeling. How could I forget? Afterall he was my neighbor. He was also 17. But that was a minor detail. I would never forget how it felt. Him holding my tiny under developed body, it was painful. And I didn’t tell anyone. But what neither of us knew was, that moment defined me for the rest of my life. After that sex was all I knew. Teachers, boyfriends, bestfriends, the boyfriends of my bestfriends…yup! I fucked them all. But only the ones I deem fit. The ones I think can please me. Other just get a. “Make me.” He wanted to see if he could do it, just kiss her. She was incredibly tight, he left just his one finger in her so he could feel her orgasm. Their tongues danced and he soon learned that she liked it when he sucked her bottom or upper lip. He bit it then sucked it into his mouth. Her hips were rotating a little on his finger. He wanted her to cum that second, so he shoved his first finger in her tunnel too and pressed his thumb onto her clit.“Sean!” she moaned, all but collapsing.