I smiled and cupped his smooth shaven face in my hands. "Greg, it's okay if you hurt me. It just has to be like this tonight." His eyes were unsure as... they looked into mine. He looked concerned and frustrated as he bit his bottom lip and slid a bit further into me. The stretching feeling was delicious until he came up against my hymen. It felt achy as he pushed against it and I gasped. He stopped moving and lay there between my legs like a statue. His face buried into the pillow beside my head. ..”Denise then bit her lip again and said... “Yeah... You know what, what’s your name?"“Chad Dupree."“Nice to meet you, Chad Dupree,” She said.I got interrupted in the middle of my story.“Uh, I call bullshit again,” Kendra said. “But masturbating? In class?”“Um, Kendra? I know this sounds far fetched as hell, but shhh,” I said, shushing her.“Anyway...”“So when did you fuck her?" One classmate said.“And what was she like, dude?" Darryl said.Kendra rolled her eyes.“All right, before I was rudely. I could have objected but why? It would be a nice change from my usual routine of work and home. I hadn't spent any time outdoors in a long time. The best reason to go was that Christy wanted me to. Christy and I helped clean up the kitchen. "Brook, can I borrow your rollers?" Christy asked. "Sure." She was quick to respond. "I've been dying to see what I can do with Jeffrey's hair." I spun to face her. "My hair!?" They ignored me. "He's got such pretty hair. Can I help?" Brook asked. My mom's pleading words were drowned by my father's agitated gruffs. They didn't hear me enter, so I snuck over to the den in order to find out what was going on. My mom was just uselessly explaining to my upset father Richard, "NO, we can't do this. I've told you many times, friends is all we can be now. You were the one who left me to be with that 25 year old bimbo." At this, mom began to sob, as the tears streaked down, she raised her hands to her face and wept. Dad chose that time to move.