My first impression was that she was ver traditional sexually, and thought that the man does everything. After that when we tried to do real sex, she ...had a fear somehow of the insertion of penis in her, when ever I tried she would push me back with her thighs. It was a real hard thing for me to maintain trying in such conditions specially that my penis is not long. Whenever we failed in making love, things would turn into drama. She decided to go to a gynaecologist, at first they diagnosed that. When I stand up, I begin kissing her again. At first, my hands only wander over her back. I don’t even reach for her ass. She wants this but is scared. In some ways, I’m sure she isn’t ready, but with everything that has happened, she wants it enough that she doesn’t care.While we kiss, I remove my jacket. Then Carol steps back and helps me with the buttons on my shirt. She slides my shirt off my arms, and it falls by her dress on the floor. I quickly drop my pants, and we begin kissing anew.. Soon her hand dropped on to his leg and worked up until it was clearly exploring his manhood through his jeans. It was clear where matters were going to Cara, the girl nearest me and feeling a bit embarrassed."Why don't you two get on the bed", I suggested. The area where we both had beds was beside the settee and they went past us and got onto the bed and lay down feet towards us. They seemed oblivious to us and didn't care what we saw. To start with we tried not to look but they were. "Evan!" came another voice.He turned, smiling. It wasn't his radiant smile, the one I'd fallen inlove with, but it sent shivers down my spine nonetheless. For one shiningmoment I felt like everything was going to be alright after all.Then he kept turning, not even noticing me. It wasn't me he was smilingat. There, emerging from the stacks with a handful of books wasElizabeth.Shit.Shit shit shit.Did she have the device? I couldn't see it. She wasn't currently holdingit, but I imagine it wasn't.