"I thought for a while."I think it makes me someone I wouldn't be proud to be. Still, it feels wrong to just let her get away with all that." Has she ...gotten away with it? Has it cost her anything at all?"I was still looking uneasy."So am I powerless? How can I just let stuff happen to me and feel like a, man?"She gave me a very warm smile."My macho guy." Karen checked her watch. "So, how much time do you have before you have to make this decision?"I laughed. "Point taken." By the way, are you. White wine, to be specific."Greg laughed as he filled their glasses. "And I'd say that you're right on," he said. "Bon appetit, fair lady."The two ate in silence for a moment. Then Greg said, "The stir-fry is excellent. My compliments to the chef." Make that the sous-chef," Megan said. "The chef made the real pièce de résistance: the salmon." To the chefs," Greg said, raising his glass. The two clinked glasses and drank. "So tell me how you met Amy." Well, it's a fairly short story. I was her. One quick jerk and she was pulled to the side and twisted up into the wall. The hand let go of her mouth and snatched the laptop case from her other hand, as she put her hand flat against the wall, she heard it being tossed onto what must have been the love seat. Chrissy was now wedged up against the wall in the darkened entryway of the house, one arm twisted tight behind her back. She tried pushing away from the wall with her other hand but the pain in her back was like a dull knife stabbing. I told her that just to start off slow with touching eachother to make eachother cum and the maybe kissing sensitive parts, we could have lots of fun without me breaking your hymen and you would still be a virgin.I moved close to her and held her in my arms and looked into her eyes and asked her would she at least try that for me.She shook her head and I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her gently. I could feel my cock growing as I pressed my body against hers. Then I started kissing her.