After a while I thought about calling Lisa, but somehow I just didn't feel like talking to her right then. Was it guilt or something else? If it was g...uilt I wasn't aware in any conscious way that I felt guilty so it must have been something else.Saturday morning I decided that I didn't want to have anymore involvement with Kathy, but I didn't know how to get out of it without making things uncomfortable in class. When I left her room Friday night Kathy had said, "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Did. He's fun, too." Oh, I hear car doors. Do you want me to..." No, I'm ready, I'll do it. You get your jacket or whatever. That hall's gonna be cold at first." It hadn't been much of a debate. Keep the meeting hall as cool as possible, because after everyone arrived and the dancing began, the room would grow progressively warmer. They had arrived the previous morning to begin decorating and needed to wear light jackets for the first few hours.After a greeting at the front door, where both men were. I wrap my legs around his waist again. He kisses me, nibbling my lower lip. I let out a moan just as he begins to move himself inside me. I can feel the tip of his hard prick finding my hole. He enters me slowly, careful not to hurt me. I can feel the piercing pain, but like the bite on my neck it is a good pain. He moves in slowly, as if trying to know me from the inside out. It was giving me a chance to do the same with him. My fingers are in his hair, our eyes locked on each other, with. ‘Yame!’ Sensei called. ‘Switch legs!’ The entire dojo sighed in relief, then circle-stepped quickly to the other side, everyone striving to make this one perfect. Sensei grabbed his shinai and began circulating around the room with the other black belts. The shinai, a bamboo sword that made a loud cracking sound on contact, was more a reminder than any kind of real threat. Sensei Tom liked to pretend he was hard on us, that one day he might actually take out someone’s knee to punish a weak.