Woke up sunday morning, stretched, yawned, felt good like always, smelled the breakfast mom was fixing for me, her, and dad. Then as I rolled over to get up, it hit me, and suddenly I was instantly embarrassed, felt ashamed and guilty about what happened the night before. I had been out ridding around with my buddy and a friend of his. We were in his friends car, later we dropped my buddy off at his house, and we continued to drive around. His friend has made comments about wanting to f*** me, and he soon started hitting on me, he’s 17, and I’m 18, and for some reason I gave in and let him do it. And the worst part is, I loved ever minute of what he did, so sitting at the table with mom and dad was really akward, but I know they havn’t a clue about what happened.