"WHY DON'T YOU TRY ME FOR REAL SOME TIME?"
a Ranma 1/2 lemon indulgence, ... by Tonbo
Part 2
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Akane was anything but comfortable lying on her own arms, and she
couldn't stand that she had allowed Ranma to catch her like this.  
It was so humiliating!  She struggled to free herself, twisting 
and turning, trying to pull her arms free or simply rip through 
the material that held them.

Ranma was still lying on top of Akane, holding his upper body up and off
of her with his own arms, his hands on the floor by either side of her
head.  He watched as she struggled, her chest held higher than the rest
of her by the presence of her own arms secured behind her, her breasts
gainaxing around as she pulled and twisted her upper body for better
leverage.  He was struck dumb by the sheer beauty of it.  She normally
dressed so modestly that he had never seen her breasts do that before. 
That was really more Shampoo's style.  Or Nabiki's, not that he would
ever admit he had noticed.

But more important than the sight of her struggling was the feel.  He
was lying on top of Akane, and although he was holding his upper body
up, his lower self was simply resting on top of her.  Every move she
made as she writhed beneath him was transmitted into him through his
most sensitive part, and that part was now about as big and sensitive as
it could get!  It was as close to sex as he had ever come.

Akane finally felt him through her clothing, his member pressing into
her groin.  She froze and looked up at him.  He wasn't looking at her
face, he was looking lower.  She looked down at herself as best she
could and realized with dismay that her contortions had caused the edge
of her crop-top to rise up onto her breasts, exposing their lower curves
to Ranma's view.  From her position, she couldn't be sure just how much
of her breasts he could see, or whether the all-important nipple-limit
had been reached, but that didn't matter.  He could see her, and she
could feel him, and it was as close to sex as she had ever come.

Heat was building in her face ... and elsewhere.  She seemed to be
vibrating, a warm pulsing sensation emanating from her lower center and
spreading, reaching out to permeate her entire body, weak still, but
growing stronger.  She felt ... moist.  She had no idea what to do
next.  She never would have chosen to be in this situation, and she
wanted it to end, she just wasn't sure exactly HOW she wanted it to end.

"Ranma ..."

He looked up from her chest, meeting her eyes.  She could see that he
also had no idea what to do next.  They stared into each other's souls,
their mouths open, their breathing hesitant and deep.

"Akane ..."

He swallowed, and she watched his Adam's apple move up and down.  It was
funny how masculine that was, funny how things like that suddenly began
to occur to her for the first time.  She had never really thought about
their differences before, the hair on his arms, the deeper resonance of
his voice, the width of his shoulders.  Okay, so maybe she HAD thought
about the width of his shoulders before.  Still, ... with him so close
to her now, it was as if she had never really seen just what a ... boy
... he was.  She had met him the first time when he was a girl.  She had
met him the second time when he was a boy, but they were both nude at
the time and she was more concerned with him seeing her than with what
she could see of him.  Fine, okay, so maybe she had been a little
concerned with ONE part of him that she had gotten to see, but that part
had never been pressed against her before, and it had certainly not been
as large then as it felt now.  Yes, the feelings in her body were
definitely growing stronger, while she, on the other hand, was beginning
to feel quite weak!

She couldn't stand the silence any longer.  "Are you going 
to do something, or are you just going to stay like that?"

He hesitated, then lowered his face closer to her own.  In 
a soft voice, he said, "What do you want me to do, Akane?"

Akane blinked and said, "I-I meant, 'just how long do you intend to lay
on top of m...'" and that was as far as she got before stopping. 
Somehow, it didn't sound the way she had intended.  It was supposed to
be an accusation, but instead had only emphasized the position they were
in.  This wasn't going at all the way she had expected!  She was
terribly confused.

"I think I'm gonna take your suggestion," he said.

"Oh?" she asked, grateful for any chance to say any thing, 
trying hard to ignore the feel of him pressing down on her.  
"What suggestion?"

"I think I'm just gonna hold you like this until dark."

Akane was stunned.  "He can't mean it!" she thought, and she began to
babble.  "Ranma, what if someone finds us like this?  I mean, what will
they think?  Our fathers will force us to get married, Nabiki will want
to take pictures, Kasumi will be shocked ... 
You can't be serious!"

"Oh, I dunno.  Seems kinda worth it to me."  And with that, he lowered
his body more fully onto her own, repositioning himself more comfortably
on top of her, simultaneously bringing their faces - and lips - closer
together, while pushing his manhood further into the place where her
legs met.

Akane felt she couldn't handle much more.  She was dizzy from the
sensations running through her.  And his movement, the movement of his
most private part pressing through the oh-so-inadequate layers of cloth
and against her sensitive flesh, was almost more than she could stand. 
She closed her eyes as a small groan escaped her throat.  When she
opened them, she found his eyes only inches away, staring into hers, a
sexy smile on his face.  It became clear that he knew what her moan had
meant when he purposefully "repositioned" himself on top of her again.

Though she tried not to respond a second time, the truth was that he was
right on her most sensitive spot, and every move he made sent a wave of
pleasure through her.  Again she moaned, and again he smiled.

"It's okay, Akane.  I'm used to bein' a girl myself, you know.  
I know what I'm doin', and I know how it feels."

Akane's eyes grew huge.  He was doing it on purpose!  Her mind refused
to accept it!  It couldn't be true!  She didn't know what she was
supposed to feel, how she was supposed to respond.

He leaned down fully onto her, his chest contacting her breasts, his
head beside her own, his mouth next to her ear.  "Akane?" he whispered.

Akane closed her eyes and fought the dizziness.  It was okay 
if she let the pleasure show on her face for just a moment, 
he couldn't see her now.  "Yes?" she breathed.

"Are you wearin' panties, or not?"

What the ... ?!  Her eyes snapped open!  "What's THAT supposed to mean,
Ranma?!" she said.

He raised up from her again and looked down at her, his smile no longer
quite so sexy, his eyes no longer quite so kind.  "I mean, are you gonna
tell me, or am I gonna have to check for myself?  You don't really think
this is over, do you?  You still haven't admitted that I beat you."

Akane went over the edge.  She was bound, but she wasn't helpless!  If
he thought he was going to take advantage of her, he was wrong!  If he
thought she was going to just lay there and let him do whatever
perverted things he wanted to her, then she was 
going to teach him a lesson.

She did one sit-up.  The hardest, fastest sit-up she had ever done in
her entire life!  The lifting power of her legs pushed him forward and
off-balance ... right into her forehead as it connected with his face! 
The force of the blow knocked him up and back, but not quite off.  From
her new sitting position, she tried to roll to the side to get out from
under him, but he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.  She tried
to bend in the middle, do another sit-up, push him away from her again,
but this time he was ready and he was not relaxed.  He forced her down
with all his weight and strength, pushing against her upper body with
his arms, her lower body with his legs, back onto the floor, onto her
back, onto her arms, still bound behind her.

Again she struggled, screaming her defiance as she had when she had
first found herself in this position.  And this time, she almost got
loose.  But not quite.  Ranma pressed down against her and held her
beneath him, enjoying the struggle, enjoying the sensations and enjoying
the tacit permission to touch her in this way.  It fully occurred to him
now that if at any time she had simply stopped during their fight and
said she quit, said that she didn't want to fight any more, he would
have been disarmed.  He couldn't really attack a girl, he knew that for
a fact.  Attacking Akane, doing to her what he WAS doing to her would be
no different from doing it to a stranger, or, say, to Kasumi, and he
knew he could never do such a thing.  The only thing that made it okay
now was the fact the she had gone along with it.  At each and every
step, for pride, anger or whatever other reason, she had invited his
attacks with her own or with her words, even after he had made his
intentions clear.

It was still a contest, still a battle to see who would win.  
And she was still participating.

He held her down and held her close.  As she struggled beneath him, he
pressed against her, allowing himself to feel her body move, moving his
own body over hers.  If he gave her the chance, he knew she would
quickly work her arms free of their bindings.  He knew the knot was not
so well made as to hold her for long, and so he held her arms still,
preventing her from being able to work herself loose.  Without his arms
to hold himself up, he could only lie on top of her, pressing her down
with his full weight, their chests pressed together, their heads
side-by-side.  He knew her shoulders must be hurting, but God, it felt
good!

As the struggle continued, his movements became more sexual until she
could no longer pretend she didn't know what he was doing.  He was
moving against her, rubbing himself against her!  But more than the fact
that he was taking his pleasure from her body was the fact that he was
giving it in return.  He was pressing his groin to hers, rubbing her
breasts with his chest.  He wasn't just holding her arms behind her, he
was holding her beneath him, controlling her body with all of his
strength, adjusting the contact and friction between them.  And he was
doing it very well!  He knew how to press her, where to rub her.  She
could feel the rising of a new sensation within herself, a sensation
that could only lead one place, a place she wasn't prepared to go right
now.  So, she stopped moving.

When she ceased to move, he lifted himself up to look her in the face. 
They were both sweating, partially from the earlier battle, partially
from the new one, and partially from the heat of each other's bodies. 
Their struggles had caused her shirt to rise fully, and she could feel
his damp shirt against her bare breasts.  He couldn't see them, they
were pressed too close for that, but with everything else he was doing
to her, she had no illusions about him not knowing exactly what the
situation was.  He rubbed against her again, a little more gently and a
little more slowly.  Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing.  Her chin
rose and her mouth opened as she arched her back, closing her eyes as
her hips pressed upward against him, involuntarily responding on their
own.  Again he thrust, and again she responded, the two virgins acting
out the motions of the sex they had never shared with anyone, not even
each other.

He took his hands off of her arms and moved his forearms up under her
head, allowing her to use them as a pillow to keep her head off the hard
wooden floor.  This allowed him both to remove some of his own weight
from her arms and to pull her down each time against his own upward
motions.  The relief she felt in her shoulders, combined with the
increased pressure she felt in her loins pushed her closer to the edge
of orgasm, and she found herself moving with him again, pressing herself
against him, rubbing her chest against his, hiding her face in his neck
as she moaned with pleasure at each thrust, wondering how long they
could keep it up.

Their tempo increased as their pleasure built, but it could only go so
far.  She was too uncomfortable, her body protesting in too many ways. 
"Ranma," she said.  He didn't stop, but he did slow down.  "What?" he
asked between thrusts.  "Please stop," she said.  "It hurts."

The words stabbed into him like a spear, cut through him like a sword. 
The pain was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.  He had thought they
were sharing the experience.  He had told himself that she wanted it
too.  He had known she must be uncomfortable lying on her own arms, but
had convinced himself it couldn't be too bad or else she would have said
something, and she wouldn't have been responding as she was.  Now he
knew; he was hurting her.  In his own selfish pursuit of victory and
pleasure, he had caused her pain.

He never lost an erection so fast in his entire life.

He pushed himself up and away from her, shame and guilt radiating from
his face.  "I'm sorry, Akane!  I-I thought you liked it!  I thought it
was feelin' good!  I thought it ... I thought you ..."

She was shocked to see what her words had done to him.  She could see
the first sign of moisture in his eyes, the horror of what he thought he
had done to her displayed all over his face.  After what they had been
doing, she didn't even care that he could now see her breasts.  His
concern was too great for her to be self-conscious.  "It's okay, Ranma. 
Really!  I'm just sore.  I'm getting raw from where you were rubbing
against me."  It felt strange to talk that way, to say those words so
casually.  But there was no point in pretending that they both didn't
know exactly what they had been doing.  It really was past the point
where embarrassment made any sense any more.

She saw the dismay leave his face, saw the Ranma she knew slowly
return.  Gently, he lowered himself down next to her and put his arm
under her head again.  "I'm sorry," he said, as he pulled her over onto
her side facing him, and leaned his head forward to kiss her for the
first time.

It wasn't the first kiss for either of them, and it wasn't even the
first time they had kissed each other, but it was the fist one that
counted.  Before, it was always an accident, or one of them wasn't in
their right mind.  It was strange that their first kiss should come only
after everything else they had been doing, but maybe that's what it took
for two people as competitive at they were to let down their guard
enough to be so close and so tender with each other.

As they kissed, he raised his free hand to her breast and grasped it
tenderly.  As she opened her mouth to moan her pleasure, he slipped his
tongue a little ways between her lips and touched her own with his.  She
kissed him back, with both lips and tongue, and he began to massage her
breast, caressing it with a deft touch born of personal experience,
neither neglecting the nipple nor concentrating too much on it.

The moans, the kiss, the caress all increased in passion together, and
eventually he placed his bare foot between her legs and pressed it
through between them.  Her ankles were still tied together, so she had
to bend her knees to allow him what he wanted.  Though his erection had
quickly returned, and he wanted nothing more than to press it against
her again, from his position beside her, he could no longer do so. 
Still, he would do what he could.  So, pushing his own leg in-between
hers, he began to rub up between them with his thigh.

Akane's moans increased in volume, the combination of his mouth and
tongue exploring hers, his hand on her breast and his muscular thigh
moving against her clitoris bringing her almost to climax.  She pulled
her mouth away from his long enough to gasp, "Use your hand."  Ranma,
pleased at everything that was happening, said, "Where?"  Akane almost
shouted at him, "You KNOW where, Ranma!"  "Yeah," he responded with an
evil grin, "but I thought it'd be kinda fun to make you say it." 
"Ranma, don't tease me," she said breathlessly, "not now!"  And so he
kissed her again, moving his hand from her breast to touch her as she
had asked, feeling the wetness of the fabric between her legs, fondling
her sex through the cloth.  This, too, was something he knew from his
own body exactly how to do.  For the first time in his life, he was
truly glad to have his curse.

It was only a minute more before Akane orgasmed, her body convulsing as
waves of pleasure swept over her.  Ranma had been waiting for this.  He
had wanted to hold her body against his as she came, wanted to feel her
shake in his arms as her control left her, wanted to press himself
against her as she writhed in ecstasy.  Instead, he stared at her in
growing horror as a 
scream of pure pleasure began to escape from her mouth!

He pressed against her, all right.  He pressed his mouth to hers in an
attempt to stop everyone in the nearby house - no, the entire
neighborhood - from realizing that this was an entirely new sound coming
from the dojo!  When that didn't work, he stopped what he was doing to
her with his hand and brought it up to cover her mouth!  Pressing her
head between his arm behind and his hand in front, he started whispering
as loudly as he could into her ear, "Akane!  Akane!  You've got to
stop!  You've got to be more quiet!"

Slowly, her cries turned to gasps for breath, and he released her. 
Amazingly, she seemed to be completely oblivious to what had just
happened.  She looked at him dreamily, not noticing the panic in his
face, and lazily kissed him on the nose.  "That was wonderful, Ranma. 
Thank you."

Ranma blinked at the girl lying in his arms so calmly.  Then he moved. 
Jumping up, he flipped her over onto her front and started trying to
untie her.  "We've got to get up!  You can't be like this when-"

Startled by this sudden break in the mood, Akane snapped, "Ranma, what
are you DOING?"

"You were yellin', Akane!  You were screamin' like you wouldn't
believe!  Everyone in Nerima must have heard you!"

"I did not!  Stop saying things like that!  This is not the time for
teasing!"

And then a third voice rang out as Kasumi said, "What's going on?  Are
you two all right?"

Two heads, one on the floor, one above, snapped to the side at the same
time to stare at the dojo window in terror!  Leaving Akane helpless
where she lay, Ranma sprang to the window to look out, desperate to find
out where Kasumi was before it was too late!

He saw her across the yard, just coming out of the house.  Thank God! he
thought, she hasn't seen us yet!  Trying hard to be as nonchalant as he
could, he waved to her and called out, "Hi Kasumi.  What's up?"

"Is everything okay?  I heard Akane yell."

"Everything's fine.  We were just ...," his mind raced, "... tryin' a
new stretch, that's all."

Kasumi looked across the yard at Ranma uncertainly.  "Akane?"

"Yes, Kasumi?" called Akane from her place on the floor.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!  I just ... had a little bit of a hard time getting into this
position, that's all.  It, uh, kind of, uh, hurt a little.  That's all. 
Sorry to have yelled so loud."

>From his vantage point at the window, Ranma could see Kasumi relax. 
"Well, don't play too hard," she called back.  "You don't want to overdo
it."

"Okay!" said Akane.

"Sure thing!" said Ranma.

And Kasumi turned and went back into the house.

Both of them let out huge sighs as they realized the danger was over. 
Ranma turned and looked at Akane where she lay on the floor.  Her ankles
were still tied together, as were her wrists.  She was lying on her
stomach, her hair falling in front of her face as she looked up at him,
her too-small shirt pulled completely up, exposing her breasts, which
were now pressed into the floor.  All in all, he had to admit, she
looked pretty darned good.

There was no way she could miss the appraising way he was looking her
over, but the mood had been completely shattered.  "So untie me
already," she said.

"Actually," he said, as he walked over to her, "I'm surprised you
haven't gotten free by yourself."

Akane looked sheepish and in a tiny voice said, "I, uh, think that all
my moving around tightened the knots.  I can't get loose."

Ranma sat down on the floor beside his captive lover.  "Well now," he
began, "what should I do with you then?"

"You should LET ME GO!"

"SHHHHH!" he said as he laid down beside her.  "Akane, you can't keep
yellin' like that or Kasumi'll come back!"

Oh, yeah.  "Sorry," she said.

Again, he turned her onto her side, only this time he turned her away
from him, so that they were lying like spoons, her back to his front. 
It wasn't really a good fit with her arms and gi top still between them,
but her head was again resting on his arm, and his free hand was draped
over her waist, caressing her stomach.  It was good enough.  Their
position also put her hands in front of his groin, and she began
stroking his manhood.  "What about you?" she asked.

"I think I'm finished," he said.  "That scare at the end kinda turned me
off, you know?"

"Yeah," she said, somewhat disappointed, "I do."

Ranma leaned forward and kissed her ear, raising his hand to rub and
squeeze her breast again before pulling away from her and rolling her
gently onto her stomach.  Then he sat up and started to work on her
bonds.  "Wow, these are tight," he said.  "I think we may have ruined
this top, Akane."

"That's okay," she replied, lying still and relaxed.  "It was worth it."

"Yeah," he agreed, "now we both know for sure that you really can't beat
me, even when you DO fight for real."

"WHAT?  You stupid jerk!  You get me out of this stupid position right
now!  I'll show you who can beat who, you ..."

"Akane?" said Ranma softly.

Akane stopped her ranting, surprised by the gentleness in his voice. 
"Yes?" she asked.

"Why aren't you wearin' any panties?"

That did it!  Akane put every ounce of the pure brute strength she was
so famous for into one hard pull, and the fabric began to rip.

Hearing the first sounds of tearing cloth, Ranma threw himself on top of
her again, grabbing her arms and pinning them together.  "Akane!  You
can't do that!  You'll destroy your top!"

"I don't care!  I'm going to teach you a lesson once and for all!"

"But you can't go back in the house without it!  You've got to wear this
top!"

That stopped her.  He was right, and she knew it.  He felt her relax
under him, so he let go of her and sat back up.  Straddling her across
her bottom, he began to work on the knots again, saying, "You know, I
really enjoyed all of that."

It took a moment for her to say it, but she had to agree.  "Yeah, me
too.  You really do know how to touch me, you pervert.  You just
couldn't keep your hands off your female body, could you?"

"Well what do you expect?  I am a guy, you know.  And when you've got a
well-built female body like mine to play around with, who can resist?"

"Oh, you are so egotistical!"

"Yeah," he said, grinding his pelvis into her bottom, "but I'm right."

Finally, the knots came loose, and Ranma got off of her, turning her
over and helping her sit up.  Akane flexed her arms, groaning in both
pain and pleasure as the feeling began to return, while Ranma knelt at
her feet and began to work on the belt.

Akane pulled her shirt down to cover her breasts, then stretched her
arms up high, causing the front of the tank top to rise up almost enough
to expose them again.  As she relaxed, she heard Ranma say, "You can do
that again."  She gave him a wry grin as she crossed her arms in front
of herself, not so much to cover her breasts, although that did happen,
as to allow herself to massage her own shoulders and upper arms.  "You
wish," she said.  "Well, yeah," he admitted, pulling the belt free at
last.

Released from her restraints, Akane began to stretch herself to work out
all her kinks and pains.  Ranma watched as she assumed each position,
feeling himself stir just from the sight of her.  Finally, she stood,
saying, "Show's over Ranma.  Give me my belt.  It's time to go in."

Ranma hesitated, and then shook his head.  "Not yet.  
One last thing.  Lie back down on the floor."

Even after all they had done, Akane hesitated.  
"I thought you said you didn't want ..."

"I don't.  Well, I do, but not now.  Next time.  Right now 
I just wanna lie down with you a minute before we go back in."

Akane thought about teasing him some more, saying something like "What
makes you think there's going to be a 'next time?'" but decided she
didn't want to start that after Ranma had said something so nice.  So
she sat down on the floor in front 
of him, and laid back.

Ranma stepped closer and stood above her, enjoying the view for 
a moment before lowering himself down to lay at her side.  "Turn away
from me," he said, and she did.  Then he moved himself against her,
offering her his arm yet again for a pillow and pulling himself forward
to press against her back.  This time, they fit together nicely.

"You like this position, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so.  I can feel all of you this way."

She could feel his organ pressing into the cleft of her bottom, so she
clenched her muscles to squeeze it between her cheeks.  "You just like
THIS, don't you?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling, "and this," as he draped his leg over hers and
used the leverage to press harder against her, "and this," as he raised
his hand up under her shirt to cup her breast again, "and this," as he
lowered his head to kiss her on her neck.

"Mmmm," she moaned.  "I think I like it too."  She raised her own hand
and placed it over his where he was holding her breast.  With his hand
inside her shirt and hers outside, she held his where it was, not
wanting him ever to let go.

For a moment, the two simply held onto each other in silence, reveling
in their new-found feelings of closeness.  Then Ranma spoke.

"Akane?"

"Hmm?"

" ... "

"What is it, Ranma?"

"Why aren't you wearin' any underwear?"

He felt her tense up immediately.  Before they could totally lose the
mood, he said, "No, I mean really.  I'm not makin' fun of you or
nothin'.  I just don't get it."

He could feel her relax a little, but she didn't speak right away.  She
seemed to be thinking about how she wanted to answer.  She moved her
hand inside her shirt, placing it directly atop his own.  Then, she
began to move his hand around her breast gently in circles, using his
palm to touch herself.  "Why?  Do you mind?"

"You kiddin'?!" he said, giving her breast a squeeze and pulling her
closer for a moment.

There was a moment where she seemed to hesitate.  Then she admitted,
"Happosai stole all my underwear."

"You're kiddin'!  ALL of it?!"

"Yeah, all of it.  I guess the little creep got carried away."

"He NEEDS to get 'carried away' somewhere ... FAR away!"

"I thought you said you didn't mind."

"Well yeah, but still, he shouldn't ... hey waitaminit!  Don't YOU
mind?!"

She gave a little laugh, pulling his hand away from her chest so she
could look at it.  Examining his palm, his fingers, she said, "Well, I
DID ..."  Then she laughed some more, placing his hand back where she
had gotten it.

It was only a small laugh at first, but it was genuine, and it grew
until Ranma joined in.  "I guess we have to thank him now, huh?" he said
between chuckles.

"Ranma!  Don't you dare say a word about this to anyone!"

"I'm kiddin'!  Geez Akane, don't take everything so serious."

It took a moment for her to be sure he really had been joking, then she
relaxed again.

Ranma took a moment to rub his face in her hair, enjoying the smell and
the feel of it.  Then he whispered in her ear, "He can keep the
underwear for all I care.  I just want what goes inside it."  And he
squeezed her breast again, pressing his pelvis into her backside as she
turned her head as far around as she could to kiss him on the lips. 
They held that position, holding the kiss for a long moment, then broke
away to relax again as she whispered softly, "I'm all yours."

And so they lay that way for as long as they dared, talking and
touching, sharing themselves until the worry of being discovered began
to outweigh the joy they felt.  Then they got up and Ranma watched as
Akane finished dressing.  When she was done, she stood in front of him
and said, "So, how do I look?"

"Terrible," he answered, smiling.  "Better try not to let anyone see you
until you can get a bath and get changed."

"Yeah?  Well it's all your fault," she said, sticking her tongue out at
him.

"Hey!  Don't point that thing at me unless you plan to use it," he said,
moving to the door and opening it.

"Next time!" she teased coyly, following him out of the dojo.  "And next
time, I'll let you try me for real."

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A special thanks to the fanfic author that I stole the wonderful term,
"gainaxing" from.  If I could remember who it was, I would credit them.

This is my first lemon, so I guess I'm no longer a virgin.  
Please let me know if it was good for you too.  
Just promise to be gentle, okay?  
~Tonbo
jet@onramp.net