. what? Start fucking? Or should we make out a little first? I knew I was ready, hard as a rock, with a few drops of precum already wetting her finger...s, but I wasn't sure if she was ready. Relax, I told myself, your with an expert, let her show you the way.I sat down next to her, and we kissed. This was my first real kiss. When her lips first pressed against mine, my mouth was tightly shut, like accepting a thank-you kiss from a maiden aunt. When Judy's tongue pushed against my lips, I opened. "Make it thicker," encouraged Lissa.So Marie dipped her finger again, and applied another line. Then a few more times, and she worked the line to below my navel. I could see her look of concentration, as she brought the line short of where the head of my dick hovered over my lower abdomen, but then she paused. Marie turned to her friend, and it occurred to me that the rest of us -- Frank, Denise and I -- had become almost mannequins in the two girls' game."It says 'crotch' -- should I put it. . I'm fine." Did you tell anyone?"Kelly shook her head and wouldn't meet my eyes. "I couldn't"I tried to remember who she'd been going out with back then. Tami had told me once. "Was it Tyler what's-his-name?"Kelly shook her head. "He's harmless," she mumbled, still not looking at me."Who was it?" It's... it's not important."I thought it was. She needed to tell it all. "Kelly, if you're afraid, there's a lot of people who'll protect you. Your dad, me, Peter, even Kenny." Her head jerked up and. Which is funny if you think about it, because I know intellectually that it happens to everyone and there’s nothing you can do about it, but there are nights when I finally falls asleep from exhaustion because the thought of death sends me into a panic attack. Which doesn’t help anything, because then I worry about what the lack of sleep is doing to me, which just creates a vicious cycle. My palms get sweaty and my heart feels like a jackhammer against my chest. I can tell I go into fight or.