I mean I loved being fucked and had ever since the neighbor across the street from us took my anal virginity so long ago. When I was either sucking a ...guy's cock or feeling it driving in and out of my ass I was in my element. I was enjoying what I felt then I was meant for and that was sexually pleasing others.In the rear of the main theater was a locker room, shower, washroom and bathroom. Also there was a smaller theater area. In reality it was a large screen TV with a series of levels where. He was angry, hurt and more angry. He knew that what he had done was wrong to a certain extent, but not completely. He had not cheated on Cassie. He had not loved her then.He could not understand why she was staying away, and it did not occur to him that she was staying away more because of her own insecurities, and not from the fact that he had slept with Frieda. He ran his hand agitatedly through his tousled hair and looked out at the sky. It was sunset, and hues of red an orange were. I crash at my parents' house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be happening quite often lately."We're having a sleepover," Lauren says as if that explains all of this. While she's getting outraged with me, I'm checking out her girlfriends. It's like looking at a live action Victoria Secret's ad. There's the African-American girl who spotted me in the hallway. My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely covering her impressive chest. Next to her is Kristina, Lauren's petite blonde. In my younger days, I’d slept with a girlfriend a number of times and we’d explored each other’s bodies but we didn’t know much about sex at the time. Later, I had a few experiences with women, one with a ‘real’ lesbian who’d taken me to her bed when I was too drunk to walk home. Although I quite enjoyed her ministrations, I much preferred a man’s prick and it didn’t help my punk image to be seen with a woman. The cell door being noisily opened interrupted my thoughts and a guard ordered us to.