. still calling out so he’d know I was there.When I got to the top of the stairs, it smelled like I’d walked into a whorehouse. I felt embarrassed..., figuring that I must have come along at an inopportune time but I was there so I called out two or three more times. There was no answer so I looked in your room and saw the bed all torn up so it sure looked like the two of you’d had one hell of a fuck-fest and then gone out somewhere but forgot to close and lock the door. I knew you’d be. "I was still holding my thighs tightly together, but he was getting to me. I wanted so bad to relax. I was still feeling the wine I had earlier, and wished I could just lay there and enjoy having Alex inside me."Tell me you don't want it." I can't," I breathed. "Tell me you want me inside you."I did want him inside me, but I didn't want to say it. It was like a game - an erotic dare to see if I would let him take me completely unprotected."Tell me that you need me to fuck you and cum inside. I hated studies and was an average student. In my holidays I used to live at my grand mother’s house where one of my aunts also lived with her two boys who were 17 and 12.I was always attracted to boys and was gay but I never had the confidence to tell it to any one about my sexual preferences. It was very difficult to do so in the country which I lived in. It was summer holidays and I went to live at my grand mother’s house. My aunt was rich so they had a very big house and had separate rooms. She had been divorced at that time, only a year and a bit after marrying this sleaze ball Dean-somethingorother. Yes, we two girls had a great nose for perfect husbands.She said she had seen Phil with a blonde. At the Plaza, no less. There hadn't been much space between him and her, in the lobby. And the aim of their mutual beeline was the elevators.I lied to her that I knew about it and that it was nothing. I was dying inside. She never returned to the subject, though I am sure she had ample.