I really wasn’t keen on licking my own cum out of her, as most men aren’t. Our fear of being turned into gays is probably the reason. Lily rolled ...way from me at that point and I knew our nighttime frolic was over.A couple of days later as we were going to bed, Lily seemed a bit nervous about something. I asked what was wrong and she muttered that it was nothing. When we got under the covers, she turned to me and kissed me. It was a very hot kiss. Lily was on fire. She moaned when I kissed her. They started to pass her about, each bloke on the floor taking turns to dance with her, which she seemed to enjoy. As the night went on she got more drunk as they fed her drinks and started taking more liberties with her as they danced. One bloke had his leg between hers and his hands on her bum which he started to grope, she tried to move his hands but couldn't, she looked over at me and now drunk and thinking shes her own worst enemy, i shrugged at her. The bloke dancing saw me shrug at her. “But you decided to do it anyway?” I asked.“Yes. I wanted to. More than anything I’ve ever wanted. And it was beautiful, as I said last night. So close. So intimate. And that feeling at the end was incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before! Sex ed at my school didn’t really talk about that.”I smiled, “I can see how that might be a difficult topic in a Catholic school.”“It was mainly about the mechanics, then about not defiling yourself with fornication, self-pleasuring, or unnamed things. It was over. I had survived the storm. I felt him cumming in my ass.I slowly breathed in and out as he slowly rolled off of me. I rolled over and rested my head on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly. "How long have you wanted to do that?" I asked."A long time," Matt said as he played with my hair."You know it won't happen again, right?" I said, looking up at him. "I won't leave you." I know," Matt replied.We laid on the floor in silence for a while. I was sure he was thinking about.