When I got to the end, I stopped for a moment and gave her time to get used to the idea that she had finally been penetrated and was no longer a virgin. I had dealt with virgin girls before and had even deflowered a couple of them, but I felt the need to tell Emma this was the first one to make her feel important. She gave him such a fierce look that I thought for a moment she was going to throw the trash bucket at his head, but she restrained herself and stormed down the stairs, because we lived on the second floor. After I finished, I stayed like that for a while, then rolled off of her and wiped the blood off with the towel between my legs, then with some wet wipes I had prepared beforehand on the bedside table. This is a work of fiction. Do I look more mature? At one point she flinched and her hands gripped my shoulders. When I thought the foreplay had gone on long enough, I knelt between her legs and gazed curiously at the marvelous sight before me.
