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case,” and left a box of condoms by my bed, while my other suitemate looked on in mild concern. While I was mortified, I decided that I would at least try. I mean, it was just sex – everyone did it. Well, normal people did it. I couldn’t really put myself in the „everyone’ group. Jennifer turned out to be a nice girl and I was able to talk to her at least on a superficial level. I had no real social skills, but she seemed to talk enough for the both of us. After a simple dinner, we came back to my room. We sat down on the bed, looking awkwardly at each other, and that’s when I started to panic. She took my hand and told me that she understood I was frightened and that was normal. When she leaned forward to kiss me, I just closed my eyes and froze.
    Her lips were warm and kissing her was very nice. She smelled like apples, not like the stale beer I was used to. Her body was soft instead of wiry and she was yielding and compliant, instead of insistent. Undressing in front of me, I marveled at each new discovery as she unveiled them to me. Guiding my hands, she taught me what to do. Then she undressed me and the realization of what I was about to do hit me so hard it took my breath away. This would mark the end of his power over me.
    She pushed me back onto the bed and slid the condom down over my burgeoning erection. It seemed that she was ready and, I guessed, I was ready too. I wondered if intimacy would come later, because it just felt perfunctory. She straddled my hips and placed my hands to her breast, moaning as she sank down onto me. I was inside of a woman for the very first time. When she began to move, it felt good, though some of the feeling was obstructed by the condom. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed and I rubbed her breasts like she had showed me. “Yeah, just like that… you feel so good…” I stilled. He had used those exact words with me. My erection waned and I put my hands over my face, trying to calm my frantically beating heart.
    “Oh, honey, it’s okay,” she told me quietly, “It happens.” She had no idea that I wasn’t just having normal erectile issues, it was something else entirely. “Let’s try it this way.” She climbed off me and lay down on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I didn’t know that I wanted to keep going, but I felt like a freak telling her that I wanted to stop. Instead, I got on top and let her guide my partial erection into her again. This position made me feel more powerful, more in control, and I liked that feeling. I kissed her just to keep her from talking again and ruining it. As I moved my hips, I felt myself getting harder. Soon I was back to a full erection and she was moaning into my mouth. She whimpered and that sound unlocked something inside of me.
    I took her hands and pinned her wrists above her head, driving down hard into her. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts up into me. She was the one that was helpless now, jerking her hips up to meet mine as I drove relentlessly, mercilessly, into her. Grunting in time with my thrusts, as I continued to pin her to the bed, she thrashed and rocked, but I held her firm. Finally, her body tightened around me. At first, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but then she made sounds like those girls in the movies and I knew. She continued to writhe beneath me, but couldn’t break my hold, turning me on even more. My grip on her wrists tightened and I fucked her as hard as I could, not bothered by the animalistic sounds I was making as I desperately sought….what? An orgasm? Redemption? Some sense of normalcy? I climaxed with something akin to a roar; it was a sound born of triumph as I emptied into the condom.
    It was only then that I realized what I had done. Her eyes were wide when I looked down into them and as I let go of her wrists, I saw deep red marks that would surely bruise. Even as she assured me that she was alright, she dressed quickly and left all the same. I was sickened