I thought back on all the times that we had rolled around on the shag carpet in my parents' basement, hoping that one day she would take down her pant... and let me please her... I just pictured it being different in at least one big way. Thinking that Lorena had been wholly a victim of Catholicism, I was a little obsessed at making her feel good as if I could lead her into temptation through physical sensation. I spent many afternoons at our public library going through books like "Our Bodies,. You notice me glancing around - is it in excitement or in nervousness you wonder? You squeeze my thigh reassuringly and I smile at you. We both try to watch the film as if it something that we actually came here to do. It only takes a few seconds before we both look at one another and giggle knowing that we really did not come here to watch the "classy" vintage porn flick that is currently showing. You kiss me. Your soft hot tongue delves deep into my mouth and I reciprocate voraciously. Your. She leant over and whispered again.“And you’ve got me so horny. Won’tyou do something for me now?” “Sure” I said. “Here?” “Come to the toilets” she whispered. “Iwant you properly”. “Not the ones just here” I said“They’re too busy – but if we go overto the back door, there are some thathardly anyone uses”. “How do you know this stuff?” sheasked. “Don’t tell me you’ve fuckedyour way all round London’s bogs?” I laughed “Not yet – but I actually likepaintings as well as fucking! So I comehere quite. "She didn't respond, but she smiled up at the ceiling. I stroked her hair."So you feeling better?" About the wardrobe? Not really. Maybe I'll get over it after a while, but I've definitely had a big insight into myself. The whole slut thing — I think it was all about my deep down insecurities, you know? It made me feel safe and comfortable, being desired so strongly by guys. Now, I don't know. Now I just feel like it's a substitute for actually having a personality." Come on, Char. You've got.