Sometimes I liked it, but most of the time I was just lost and in a daze. They made me bring alcohol when I came. At school, they would snicker in the...hallways as I walked past. I overheard some cheerleaders talking about what a whore I was once."Another time, at a party, I saw the wife of our head football coach making out with a cheerleader while students were standing around watching and cheering. The older lady was on her knees licking the cheerleader's pussy while she rubbed her own. I wasn't on the pill, but I was worried about catching something too. I let him though, silly girl. He was really fast with his thrusts, and short little thrusts, and then he slowed down. He was pulling it almost all the way out, and then slamming it back in. THAT felt good. We must have been going for , dunno, twenty odd minutes, long enough, and I was coming, he'd been poking my bottom with a finger and talking really dirty to me as well. I was in fits of giggles at one point, he. . it's in your thoughts frequently... you'd love to have a sweet fun play date and release that built up load into an eager sucking mouth or slippery breeding hole... I mostly enjoyed the freedom of not being tied down to a room, more later on that... this is how the rooms worked... you walked around the rooms and if the door was closed you kept going until you found one with the door cracked open and for example, see me lying on the bed... you'd open it a little bit and ask me if I wanted some. Wednesday night flits through my head and I get butterflies, thinking how no one knows about it but us. Ethan's eyes meet mine, and we stare at each other before the side of his mouth pulls into a smile. I've seen this smile before. Through that unexplainable connection we share, I know he knows what I'm thinking about. When he's finished with his work, he walks to me. "Want to see my office?" he asks. "Sure," I reply, smiling up at him. He starts removing his gloves and I stop him, subtly.