Cathryn thought that she experienced fun, at least that was how she saw it. Going to church on Sunday was her highlight of the week. She knew that the... few people around her were also, ‘Good People’. Except that they too considered her to be a prude. She was 33 years old and still a virgin. She did not want that to change until she was married. But she had had very few boyfriends, all of which had become frustrated with her. She allowed them to kiss her, but never in public, never. She went back into her bedroom and lay on the bed. Her head was resting on the pillow and her bottom was up high in the air. She could see herself in the large mirror at the end of her bed. She was really clear right now. Sometimes she seemed to fade into nothing in the mirror. It was probably just a trick of her eyes. She watched her hand stroke her fuzz covered pussy and slide in and out of her tiny brown hole. She could see her other hand twisting and pulling at her blooming nipples like a. I wanted nothing more than to pull you close, kiss you softly, and hold you as we walked through the mall or somewhere else. Knowing how society works, that couldn't happen. I would have been seen as something horrible, nevermind the fact that there was a true deep love in my heartI'm learning more every day, seeing things now, that I missed then. The little things, the smiles at just me, even when you were crying. The way your eyes seemed to light up. The times that you'd want to spend time. I heard him unzip his trousers and then the indistinct sound of him wanking. After a few tantalising minutes I felt him climbing onto the bed behind me.His hands roved across my raised arse, feeling and then shockingly slapping my buttocks. He positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of an engorged cock pressing bluntly up against my wet cunt. He rubbed it back and forth without entering me. I moaned involuntarily. Other than the online chats I had no idea who he was or what he.