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He knew that I wouldn't let him take me as long as we were "just friends that like to cuddle".

Or whatever the hell we were.

"You goin' on a date with me?", he asked.

It was the day I lost my jeans, I suppose.

Of course I would say Yes. Of course I would.

Of course I would because I was hopelessly, helplessly desperate for love. And I thought that love was what he was desperate for, too.

Little did I know that everything he was desperate for was his dick to be touched.

Yet still, I was a virgin.

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