He asked me which one turned me on the most and told me his favourite was the one where the guy with the cute arse was being screwed by the big overwe...ight guy. I asked which one he would like to be and he told me he liked to fuck guys with cute arses and he told me he thought I had a very nice arse and I thanked him for the compliment. My heart was racing as I realised that I could be losing my virginity in the very near future but was a little scared and I had always felt guilty about being. Mike put his hands on my bum and pressed me closer. His hand went undermy skirt and moved slowly to the front. I closed my eyes and I neverwanted this to end."What are you doing, you slut!" somebody screamed.Mike let me go like he had been hit by I bullet. I opened my eyes andsaw a short blonde guy slapping Mike in the face."You slut, you asshole, how dare you snogging that little bimbo! Achick, for Christ sake!" And he stormed off.Mike stammered, "But Paul, it isn't what you think, wait!" and. I loved the tug of my bra and garterstraps as I moved and the seeing my budding breast in the mirror.I held up my dress Mother had selected for me to wear to me in my fulllength mirror before placing it on. She had chosen a red chiffon illusionsweetheart long gown for me to wear for my true unveiling. The gown hadpolished, flowing red chiffon, and a tightly pleated plunging illusionneckline. The dress was designed with a delicate soft satin waistband andhad a breath - taking A - line. She was a genius, unlike me with my solid ‘D’ average. She had never dated while I lived at home, when I had a different girlfriend every couple of weeks. And she was the epitome of nerd, wearing her hair in pigtails, wearing out-of-fashion glasses and always carrying a book. She also always wore long skirts and dressed as if she had just been time-warped from 1955. To make matters even worse, she had been wearing braces for the past three years. Anyway, when I returned from overseas, Lilly.