It won't be as much fun, but, hell, a lay is a lay."Shelly," I whispered, "listen. Let's talk this out at my house. I know you're upset, but it's not ...that bad. It could even be a good thing, I promise, but we can't talk here in the car. I have to concentrate on driving, okay? Now you sit up and please don't worry. I hate to see you so upset." O-Okay, Joey," she sniffed as I pulled out and drove to the apartment. Except for a couple of sniffles, she kept silent until we walked through the door.. All of my fear went away when I felt something soft on my dick. I realized it was a hand and boy did it feel a lot better than doing it myself. As I was getting used to the feeling I felt something wet engulf my head. I gasped really loud had to grab the top of the stall to keep my balance. I lasted all of three seconds before I had the best orgasm of my life. I fell to the ground and tried to get my breath back. So I see we have a virgin over there. said the man in the next stall as he stuck. I'll try to do better about being there for you but I put so much effort into the book to get something ready to send to the publisher that I just can't concentrate on anything else lately." I understand honey, you know how much I love you and am so proud of you that I worry about you. Love making is supposed to be good for relaxation and I'm always ready to help you relax." I grinned at her.She smiled slightly back at me as she responded, "We'll see." and then came over and kissed me lightly. I went back to minding my own business, and cataloged the young woman as belonging in my Category 4 – kids coming to the mall to hang out, although she seemed a little on the old side to be a teeny-bopper. I remembered reading somewhere about ‘emo girls’ – young women who jive on a certain kind of punk music, have that pixie haircut with dark hair but colors in it, cover part of their face with a wave of their colored hair, use lots of dark eyeliner, and indulge in lots of pins, piercings, and.