“You were supposed to never be over at my house again but that didn’t work out either,” I quipped at her.She checked her cell phone and said “...h-oh, Duray is angry,” she told Cheyenne.“How mad?” Cheyenne looked concern but not entirely worried –almost like it amused her.“He wants us at my house five minutes ago and he said we have to leave our clothes here!” Barbara Jean showed Cheyenne the text and they both stood up and immediately began to undress right in my living room.It was a good thing. “Fine Jennifer, come on,” I said with fake exasperation.We walked to the apartment. Immediately after the door shut, Jennifer was pulling off my coat. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. She shoved me back onto the bed and took off my shoes and socks, then pulled off my underwear. I was flat on my back with my knees bent over the side of the bed.Still fully clad and not even removing her coat, she. “Your car’s in the parking lot, keys to it are at the door that leads outside to small parking lot. Get in your car, drive home, and call the cops. Tell them to send an officer you need to file a report.”Wait, he wanted me to turn him into the cops? What the fuck. I was so ashamed, I didn’t want anyone to know. No, I wasn’t doing that. Fuck him, I wasn’t going to be raped by the system after he raped me. Fucking hell, no.I got the keys, went to my car, still fucking naked, and drove home. I. " "So do you want to hear the rest of the story then?" "Sure." "After she let me put my clothes back on, she told me that I had to confess my sins and that she would, too. Then we made a date to do it again after the next home game. We did it two more times after that. Then she went back to Notre Dame." "That's why you're such a good, uh, cunnilinguist." "Well thank you. I suppose she deserves some credit. She was my first." "Oh, my god, Dan. Look at your balls!" "Whoa. What the fuck?" "Looks.