When he came back, he'd put on a robe. As far as I could tell he had no clothes on underneath.I thought this was a bit weird but was stoned by then an... still didn't catch on what was up.So then he said he'd had a real busy day in the studio and could I massage his shoulders? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realize what was going on. I began to sober up with the thought but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to imagine what might happen next. I never. Unable to help myself, or so it felt. And about ten minutes later, after a dash through the heavy evening traffic, I found myself drawing the curtains in Room 218, and undressing in front of him, his cock straining in his pants as he lay on the bed. I wish I'd been able to tell him to get lost. That's how I felt afterwards, anyway. But I guess I've learnt to love sex over the last few weeks, and the contemplation of sex in those long, lonely years beforehand, and so - almost in a dream - I. He let go of my head and grabbed my hips. Then with one quick motion, pushed all the way in. "Oh my god she's got a tight cunt!" The word "cunt" was like a slap across the face. My first time having sex, a man inside me, and I was just a cunt. The pain was excruciating. My fingers spread wide as if they could physically scream out. I think I went into shock.This had to be the most erotic experience of my life. Less than a week ago, the Club was still just a mystery, and yet here I was today,. ." No problem, I'm on the pill," I lied.I was struck with the horrible realization. Home-me laughed up her sleeve. In one second I realized all that I had blinded out, how I didn't actually love John, quite the opposite, and that yet he already was the first one to suck my pussy and the first one to get his dick sucked by me and how I didn't want him to be that person. And now, he would also take my virginity without using any protection, what he didn't even know. He was just a horny man, how.