She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. She had beautiful blue eyes and golden hair. She also had the greatest body in my class. My hormones we...re, raging and I couldn’t wait for some- thing to happen. Her name was Sarah and she had intro- duced me to my first experience with a girl. I was not the best student in the class to say the least, and of course Sarah being a girl, she knew it all. Ms. Reinhard had all assigned us buddies in case we needed help and guess who I got? Sarah!. She just went along with it. Althoughshe couldn't in all honesty deny that it turned her on. Some of it. Well, mostof it, actually. Was it her fault that her body responded with huge orgasms?She had no control over that. She didn't want it to happen, but it did. Andwho could blame her for craving more of it, for letting him do those disgustingthings to her when it led to such shatteringly delicious results? "You need to come out of your shell," he had told her. Well, she had certainly done that. We look into each others eyes again and just sit there looking at each other doing nothing else but looking into each other's eyes. I reach over with my other hand and caress her cheek softly; I have not done anything like this ever in my life. She shivers in the cold and I pull her gently to me while we sit on the side of the road. I wrap my arms around her as she starts to cry uncontrollably again. What's wrong, I ask her, and she starts to tell me.I was at my friend's house, at a party. We. I can see the steam from her cup rising lazily in the still morning air.By the end of the day I am dragging and it feels like the walk back from the train station is about five kilometers instead of a couple of blocks. I get home and Lori informs that she had invited people for supper. Bollocks to that, I am not having it, not tonight. I feel like hell and in no mood to entertain.When I tell her that, and that I must have caught something at work, she accuses me of not being supportive of her.