"Hell, I've wanted to do that for a long time...but I didn't want to screw up our friendship." Well. Then why don't we see what happens." She said, re...aching out for my hand and pulling it toward her body. She slid my hand under her shirt and then turned it so my fingers pointed down. She slowly pushed my hand down until my fingers tucked into the top of her pants, and then let go of them. I felt her hand moving between us and the pressure holding my fingers against her body suddenly eased. I. On the weekends my parents were gone, so was I. I was high from the time my date picked me up and I rarely knew what happened from then until I woke up the next day. I did know that my pussy got used - got used a lot! Before I knew it I was the gangbang girl for three different fraternities and I didn't care as long as they gave me what I needed to stay high.Then the AIDS and herpes scare came along and all of a sudden I didn't seem to be popular anymore. Without guys giving me pot my life got. She shuddered with revulsion. She stopped feeling sad; she was angry, very angry, as angry as David had been earlier. She jumped from the counter and beat on the door leading from the bathroom to his room."Open the door, you fuck!" Her little fists slammed against the door over and over again. "Open the goddamned door!" Darla, get a grip on yourself." Open the door!" She slammed both fists against the door. "Open the door!" She kicked it. "Open the door!" The tears started again. "Open the. Finally we came to a stop, as if we’d arrived at her front door. We turned and faced each other. ‘I had a really nice time tonight,’ I said. ‘Oh, me too,’ she said. ‘It was the nicest date I’ve ever been on.’ I leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, a gentle caress of her lips, a gentle taste of her. She wasn’t expecting it. For all I knew it was the first time she’d ever been kissed. It was a real kiss, though, not pretend. I didn’t want everything about the date to be pretend. As we.