He accepted the inevitability of that, in a way, and took what he could of her sweetness, living for the moment.He’d even been the one to pop her ch...erry. And, of course, she popped his too, his symbolic guy cherry. They had done it in the barn, up in the hayloft, on a chilly winter Saturday when his dad had been called back into work. It was everything he’d hoped it would be, sexy and fun and momentous ... she came like crazy, and she’d smiled up at him after it was over, and he felt more love. It became harder and harder to resist. Kissing felt so good! She started kissing him back. His hands roamed freely up her thighs. She told herself that it would be racist if she didn’t let this Black boy kiss her. His hand tried to push her legs apart and she submissively let him. Oh, this was so dirty. She shouldn’t be letting a Black man do this to her. But it was feeling so good and he was so strong and she was so weak. He started frigging her pussy through her panties while increasing the. I message Jim and we make plans to meet in couple weeks when he is free for the night.On the day Amy in such a great mood as she spends all day for something hot to wear and shaving herself nice and smooth, we get up there meeting Jim at a bar not far from his unit and catch up over few drinks and shots. Doesn’t take long before both are making every hint and excuse to head back to Jim’s so getting few take away beers we head back. Once back I tell them tonight is for Amy and I just going to. . you... ?”He looked away. “If not me, it would have been someone else. They know. They always know. And ... they have ways of bringing you back.” He let the thought bloom as her eyes widened in horror.Into the void of Éowyn’s soul flowed a small trickle of gratitude. Even affection. Emotions out of place in these terrible circumstances, perhaps, but they were feelings ... and in the absence of any other reason to sustain a flickering spark of hope, they were welcome. She reached up to touch.