"So I'm just not ready to have you inside me yet. That first time was horrible, and painful, and violent. Please be patient with me. It's not that I d...n't want to, I'm just not ready."I assured her that I felt terrible about what had happened, totally understood why she felt as she did, and that she would get absolutely no pressure from me. Heck, she'd already told me I would get more blowjobs from me. How could I complain? I also said I'd noticed that she seemed out of sorts the first few. He had been going on about it for ages, how she made advances towards him all the time, any time they were in the same room she always seemed to be dressed provocatively, how she’d linger if they touched, how she’d smile at him and lick her lips in a seductive manner.I had told him he was dreaming, a sixteen year old wouldn’t show interest in a forty year old man, let alone Joe. However the idea had lead to some amazing sex between us, the fantasy of him making love to her and not me seemed to. There were no thoughts crossing my mind. I was living in the moment.This feeling of being naked and alone was so liberating. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.Then i got up and stood in front of my mirror. I loved my body. I blew a kiss in the air towards my reflection in the mirror.My quiet nature in those days had many people talking embarassing things about me. Some even said i was weird. This liberating feeling while being naked, alone andsafe was making me feel much better, making. His cock was so hard and he was rubing his hands through his hair. Moving up until we faced each other, we kissed. The feeling of his tongue massaging mine sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want this moment to stop and felt disappointed when he pushed me back, but he was smiling.He turned me to face the wall and pushed my body to the cold tiles, kissing my neck as he did. I held on to the warm pipe of the shower and let myself get lost in the moment. It was then that I felt his fingers.