"Don't get too excited, you're not getting any," you say as you unbutton the shirt. I feel you start to play with my nipple with your fingers and then... start to nibble and the start to bite it.You look at Susan and say, "He told me he loves his nipples bitten and hard enough for him to be sore so he remembers it hours and days later. I thought it would be hot to help fulfill this fantasy and it will be fun for every time he feels the soreness, it will bring him back to this moment," and then you. For years I've had to listen to the guys brag about how many girls they've bagged. It was like a game to them, every time they slept with a different girl it was another point and then they moved on to score again, and Seth was the ringleader of the bunch!"But, you know... that never bothered me. I couldn't see what was so appealing in having sex with someone you barely knew. I always imagined it as the ultimate act of sharing oneself, of trusting someone enough to let them see you when you are. He weakly waved his hand in our direction and slumped back to the counter, exhausted.“Come on Mike!” Chantelle exhorted as she led me through the door in the back.“You've got to see this! It's super cool!”“Yeah, we looked in here already!” added Kaylee. The two of them guided me to the second door on the left and pushed me inside. Before shutting the door Kaylee told me that there was s surprise waiting for me.I looked around, familiarizing myself with the booth. It was about six by six feet. That's as much as I'm willing to do right now. I'll be back in class tomorrow. I'm going off for the evening." I walked away from her leaving her standing by herself looking as forlorn as I felt.I walked across the parking lot and got in my truck. It was one of the things of which I was proud though I kept that pride hidden. I drove an hour to my hometown but didn't go home. I went to Uncle Billy's and spent the evening playing my horn and enjoying being with people who cared about me. I drove.