Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 10:59:41 -0800 From: Kris Chrandes Subject: Sock Wrestling Yeah, this one is focused on feet again, because I like writing those. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip it. If you like the story, support the Nifty archive. All rights are hereby donated to the archive. If you want to contact me drop a note to . I may or may not answer, but feedback is always appreciated. Other stories by me: 2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet 2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name). --- First of all I should probably admit that I have a thing for other boy's feet. I'm always happy when it's summer again and there's a chance to see feet at the pool or around town in flip-flops. Of course in the summer I don't go much of anywhere and don't get to see the feet of the kids I go to school with. And some of those feet I really, really want to see. But there were the kids I hang out with. Sometimes over the summer we'll be hanging out by the lake or in someone's basement and I get my fill of bare feet. Or I'm satiated for a few days at least. I tended to be pretty shy about my own though. None of the other boys seemed to care if their feet were exposed or if there were any to look at. I was really starting to think it was just me who had this affliction. But maybe I wasn't the only one. I wasn't the one who suggested "sock wrestling". It was at Ethan's fourteenth birthday party, which sadly was in February so everyone was dressed for the winter. And basements in Michigan are cold in the winter so even inside everyone was wearing their big wooly socks in the rec room. After a while it was down to the kids who were staying the night with Ethan, plus me. I was getting picked up late. We were just there sitting around, watching TV, playing Xbox. Ethan kicked Jay's butt on Xbox and started taunting him. Jay pounced on him and they started rolling around on the floor wrestling. Jay was bigger but Ethan was actually a wrestler and pinned him in no time. "No fair," Jay said. "You actually know how to do this." "How is that unfair?" "You wrestle all the time." "Yeah well you didn't exactly play by the rules. That wasn't a legal hold you used." "Well, like care about wrestling rules. Too complicated." Jay said. "Fine. Something simpler then -- sock wrestling," said Ethan. "Ok. Sure. I'm game." That made my ears perk up. I had never heard of sock wrestling before but I didn't want to ask what it was for fear that my excitement would show through. Thankfully I wasn't the only one who'd never heard of it and Jay explained that the goal was to wrestle around and get the other guy's sock off. First person to get both socks off of his opponent was the winner. I couldn't wait. Ethan and Jay squared off in the center of the room, both on their knees. Suddenly Jay lunged and brought Ethan down. Ethan rolled with it and then they were a tangle on the floor, but unlike normal wrestling they were facing opposite directions since the goal was not to grab necks or arms, but feet. And I realized it was pretty easy to keep your opponent away by just constantly wiggling and kicking your feet. Those heavy socks you wear under snow boots were especially difficult to pull off. Still Ethan had reflexes on his side and he got a handful Jay's sock toe and pulled. Jay's flailing only helped and in a few seconds he'd lost a sock. I felt my cock stirring and I watched intently. I tried to remember to cheer like the other boys and not just stare at the bare foot now bouncing around. Jay's foot was pale and soft from being enclosed all winter. Jay got a good handful of Ethan's sock and got it loose but not off. While he was distracted with that Ethan got a quick grab in and held Jay's ankle with one hand and pulled off Jay's other sock. Ethan yelled triumphantly and we all clapped. Both boys collapsed on the floor. Ethan was still holding Jay's sock in one hand. Jay lay still finally and this let me get a good look at his bare soles that were facing toward me. They were cute but kind of beefy. Still I was pretty much rock hard and hoping no one could tell. Unfortunately Ethan's socks were still on. I'd never seen his feet in gym or hanging out and I really wanted to. To my disappointment, no one else (including me of course) wanted to take Ethan on for another match. And to my further disappointment Jay collected his socks from Ethan and put them on again. He said the floor was cold. The party wound down after that and before long my dad came to pick me up. That night I lay awake in bed thinking of the sock wrestling and how excited I'd been. How could this have been going on all this time and I'd never heard about it? I started fantasizing that it was me whose socks were being pulled off by Ethan. Before long I was stroking myself in my pajamas and came really hard. I didn't manage to catch it all in the tissue it was such a powerful orgasm. A week later I was talking to Ethan at school. We'd been friends for a while and that's why I was invited to his birthday party, but we'd never been close friends. We didn't have but one class in common this year. He asked if I wanted to come stay over one night during "Winter Break". No one could ever explain, by the way, why the hell you'd want a break in February when it was too f'ing cold to go outside and do anything. And no one I know goes anywhere. We all just sit at home. Of course I said yes. Ethan was fun to hang out with and maybe during a sleepover I'd at least get to see his feet. I know, crazy. But it really does motivate me sometimes. We picked a day the following week and I got dropped off around dinner time. It was pretty much a typical sleepover. We ate pot roast for dinner. We watched a movie in the living room with his dad while is mom puttered around the house. Ethan didn't have any brothers or sisters. Then we grabbed the sleeping pad and blankets we were going to use and took them down to the rec room basement. The same place the infamous post-party sock wrestling had taken place. It was cold down here but this way we wouldn't disturb his parents as we stayed up watching the movies we'd rented. We watched one movie sitting on the couch then went upstairs for some popcorn and snacks. Ethan's parents were upstairs in their bedroom and the house was quiet except for the distant sound of the TV coming from their room. Ethan and I took everything back downstairs and settled on the couch again. We watched the rest of that movie and started another but it was kind of dull so were both kind of talking and watching. I said I was cold and that maybe I should go get under the covers. Ethan said I was cold because I'd just been sitting and what I should really do is get some exercise. "Like what?" I asked. "Do jumping jacks right here?" "If you want," he said. "But I was thinking wrestling." Suddenly I wondered if this whole thing had been planned by him. Did he notice how interested I'd been in the sock wrestling? I tried not to let anyone know how much I liked boys. Or feet for that matter. I had to be careful. Was he just setting me up or was he into it too? If I started wrestling with him and popped a boner and he noticed... would he out me? My friends weren't really gay-bashers, but no one I knew was gay and definitely no one I knew was into feet. At fourteen you care only about conformance. With a deep, steeling breath I hoped wasn't obvious I continued down what seemed to be the inevitable path. "I don't know how to wrestle," I said. "So we'll do something simple," Ethan said. "Sock wrestling. You remember that from the party, right?" "Yes," I said. And paused. "Ok." Ethan grinned and we both got up. Me nervously. We got down on our knees facing each other on top of the pad and blankets. We were both wearing sweatshirts over t-shirts, sweatpants, and thick socks. The indoor uniform of the snowy north. I watched Ethan for the first move. After a while it seemed like he was waiting for me to go first. It's hard to circle when you are both on your knees, but we were sort of swaying back and forth with our arms out. Finally I decided to go for it but before I'd actually moved he leapt forward and knocked me down onto my back. I'd straightened my legs without realizing it and he spun around and pinned me by sitting on my waist facing my feet. I had a brief thought that this would be bad position if I got a boner but then I realized that his feet were on either side of my head and thought it would be easy to get his socks off. But of course he'd planned this. At this angle it was actually very hard for me to get my hands up to where I could grab his feet, meanwhile he had only to lean forward, keeping his weight on me, and he could hold my ankle with one hand and pull my sock off with the other. He did this with my right foot and I felt the cool air on my toes. When he grabbed my left ankle I struggled, kicking my foot and moving my hips. Like Jay I got a handful of one of his socks and pulled on it, but he had my other sock off first. Ethan jumped up holding one of my socks and laughed. I was both embarrassed and excited. I'd never had any clothing pulled off of me by another boy. And was it my imagination or was Ethan staring at my poor exposed toes. I sat up and drew my feet in, sitting cross-legged. "Wow," I said. "You really are fast. You must be a hell of a wrestler." "I think I'm pretty good," he said. "But this is a little different. You can beat me, I just took you by surprise. Go again?" "Sure." Ethan tossed me my sock back. I put it on then retrieved the other one and pulled it on too. This seemed kind of silly, but if I didn't put the socks back on what else were we going to do? We got back into our positions and this time Ethan said I should make the first move when I was ready. I feinted toward him once and he jumped up a bit and reached out to grab me. I thought this might give him away so before he'd had time to get back into position I lunged forward and went straight for a leg. Rather than try to pin his whole body I really just needed to get a firm grip on one ankle, I thought, and that's what I did. I held his right ankle while we spun around and I kept my own legs flailing. I grabbed the toe of his sock with the other hand and pulled hard, after a moment I felt the sock coming off and then it was free. I couldn't help but notice his feet were really cute, especially as my nose was only a few inches away. He had small feet but with slender toes. He kept his nails cut short like me. While I was busy noticing this he got my left sock off somehow and I felt the cool air again. Then it was warm as I felt his hand close around my bare foot. That was weird, I thought. I wonder why he did that -- although it felt really good. But I wasn't about to lose again. I spun underneath him and managed to knock him down. Then I got a hold of his other leg and worked my hand down without letting go until I got near his ankle. I repeated my earlier trick and got a handful of sock and pulled. This time he got his leg away from me but I kept a firm grip on his sock and it was only a matter of time until his struggling worked in my favor and I got the sock completely off. I'd learned something by watching Jay and Ethan back at the party. "Hah!" I said. And, because I was feeling the rush of victory and a little bit adventurous, I grabbed his bare foot and said, "Not so slow myself," squeezing lightly with each word. "I knew you could do it," he said and he was actually smiling. We were both laying there panting. I'd tucked my one bare foot up next to me, a little self-conscious as usual. Ethan was laying with both feet outstretched and still near me. I tried not to stare but I took a good look whenever I thought I could get away with it. He stretched and flexed his toes. Like Jay's they were soft from having been enclosed all winter, but it looked like he spent some time barefoot and he had light calluses. Seemed like he took care of his feet though. He didn't have those unkept nails some boys have. After a bit, Ethan got up and said he had to go to the bathroom. He didn't bother to put his socks on but walked into the basement bathroom and was gone for a few minutes. I wasn't sure what to do. I was wearing one sock, which was kind of silly. I found the one he'd pulled off me and put it back on. When Ethan came out he seemed to glance down and notice but didn't say anything. I went into the bathroom next. When I came out Ethan had removed his sweatshirt and was sitting on the couch cooling down. He had his still bare feet tucked underneath him. "Not so cold any more, eh?" "No," I said and pulled off my own sweatshirt. I sat cross-legged on the couch too. The movie had been running the whole time but we didn't bother to rewind it and just watched the rest. When it was over Ethan said he didn't think it'd make all that much more sense even if we'd seen the whole thing. I agreed. We put in the last movie we'd rented and this time I went and laid down under the blankets. Ethan joined me and we lay there side by side with the pillows up against the couch. We left a good gap between us. The last movie was pretty good and we watched it without talking. Much. When the credits were rolling Ethan got up first and went to the bathroom. I heard him flush and then brush his teeth. When he came out, he shut off most of the lights. We still had one side lamp and the TV. Ethan got back under the covers. "You gonna go to the bathroom?" he asked. "In a minute," I said. "It's warm under here." "Pussy." "Bite me." "Maybe later." "Yeah, ok, I'll be getting up now," I said like I was worried about him. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out Ethan had flicked it over to some late night TV. I got back under the covers which had unfortunately gotten a little cold. We were talking and joking around when he called me a wimp. "You're just jealous cause I whipped your ass wrestling." "You beat me *once*, and we were *sock* wrestling," he said, sounding a little wounded. "Beat is beat," I said. "And I beat you the first time." "Big deal. First time I ever did it and you beat me. Second time I beat you. Sounds like I'm the winner to me." "Hah! No way." "Yep," I said. "Fine. Best two out of three." "You mean do it again?" I said. "I'm tired. I thought we were going to sleep" "Wuss." "Ok," I said. "You're on." We got out from under the blankets. Ethan had to crawl around looking for his socks giving me several good looks at his pink soles. Then he sat down facing me and pulled them on, watching me closely. I tried to grin and look confident. We got back into position and lunged for each other about the same time. This time it was just a tangle of limbs with me forgetting everything except trying to grab his legs and remember to kick mine. I felt one of my socks get pulled loose but got my foot away before he got it off. I got a good handful of one of his and pulled it halfway off but then he pulled it away. I got briefly out of his grasp completely and he got back up on his knees. I immediately dove between his legs to grab his ankle. This is probably not an orthodox move in wrestling and he seemed kind of surprised. I got hold of one ankle and got his sock off before he'd sorted it out. Then he was on top of me again pulling one of my socks off while I got hold of his other sock -- the one I'd previously loosened -- and pulled it off. It was over and we were laying there as before with him barefoot and me missing one sock. "Ok," Ethan said. "You're actually pretty good. Even if you play a little dirty." "There's no ref here," I said. "And I like playing dirty." Ethan raised his eyebrows and looked at me. "Not like that," I said. I think I blushed a bit but hoped he couldn't see it in the dim light. This time I hadn't tucked my bare foot away and it was still facing him. "Yeah, you're pretty good," he said, and grabbed my bare foot and gave it a squeeze. It was like an electric chill went up my leg and straight into my cock, which twitched. I hope he hadn't noticed. "So," I said. "That's two out of three. I think I win." "One more," he said. "What's in it for me?" "Upholding your honor." "Srew honor. How about five bucks?" "Ok," he said. We each dug five bucks from our wallets on the side table and placed the money next to the TV. Then we put our socks back on and faced off. This time I was out of tricks plus my reactions seemed to be slowing down. It was mostly a lot of flailing and then I ended up on my stomach with Ethan sitting on my butt and my feet up in the air. He pulled off both socks but stayed on me. "Yes!" he said. I became aware of the pressure of him sitting on me, my cock grinding on the blankets, and the fact that my feet were practically in his face because he was still holding my knees bent. I felt a drop of precum leak out of my cock. Ethan jumped off and took off around the room with my socks, grabbing the ten bucks and waving it in the air too. I wasn't sure I wanted to roll over, but I sat up and tried to will my dick to stay down. "You want your socks back?" Ethan asked. "Yes," I said. "Come get 'em." "Maybe I don't care that much. Besides you're making a lot of noise. Aren't your parents going to come down here?" "If we set off a mortar they might come down. Short of that, no," Ethan said. "Ok, well you won that one. We're tied again." "Tie's not good enough. Best three out of five." "No." I was still sitting cross-legged on the blankets. Ethan came over behind me and poked me in the armpit, trying to tickle me. "C'mon." "No." "Chicken," he said. This time he dug his fingers in and tickled me. I launched backward. "No," I said laughing. "Double or nothing," Ethan said. He circled around and grabbed one of my legs, held the ankle and tickled the sole of my foot. I wasn't all that ticklish but that did something else for me. It might have been doing something for him too. It looked an awful lot like he was slightly hard in his sweatpants. I tried not to stare but I think he saw me looking. "I don't have any more money," I said. Which wasn't true, but I didn't want to lose any more. "Ok. Bet something else." "Like what?" I asked. "One more round," Ethan said. "But we don't stop at socks. First one naked or who gives up is the loser." "WHAT?!" "...and," he continued. "You have to sleep in whatever clothes, or lack of clothes, you end up in. All night." "You're nuts," I said. Seriously. I mean I was having hard enough time keeping my dick down as it was, nevermind if he was naked. Damn. Shouldn't think about that. I could feel it in my shorts. Besides outside of school gym, where everyone kept their eyes carefully averted, no one had seen me naked since I was in diapers. "Chicken," Ethan said. "You're crazy," I said. Ethan tossed my socks back to me and I put them on while I considered. I really wanted to do this. I had the feeling Ethan was up to something, and even if he wasn't how could this not be fun? Of course I could get publically tagged as gay by him if anything happened. "Ok," I said, a little weakly. We straightened the blankets back out and got up on our knees again facing each other. It felt like my heart was beating a thousand beats a second. On the bright side the shear fear and panic kept me from getting completely hard. We watched each other warily and I thought that Ethan probably expected me to try my tricks again and go for his ankles. But to win I had to get his shirt off too and that was going to be difficult because that was a lot more like conventional wrestling. I decided to try and do that first and if I failed, and he was winning, I could give in before I had to get completely naked. Sleeping in my underwear would be bad enough. I didn't even do that at home. Ethan jumped for my legs and grabbed hold. He got a sock in hand right away but I ignored it and stood up, reaching over his back to grab a handful of his t-shirt. I got all the way up on my feet and backed away with his shirt. To my surprise it came up and over his head. It tangled on his arms and slowed me down for a second but then it was off. Ethan actually looked surprised. The victory wasn't free though. I'd lost a sock already. I wasn't sure what my next objective should be. I wanted to just pull his pants off but frankly that seemed like going too far, even though that was the objective of the game. I went back to tried tactics. I dove and grabbed a leg and started pulling at the toe of his sock. One came off pretty quickly and then I swiveled around to grab the other when Ethan grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers and yanked. Suddenly they were around my knees and I was exposed. I was shocked that he did that. Somehow in my head this seemed like it'd be a game of strip poker -- not that I'd ever played that -- and that it would be one article of clothing at a time. There wasn't much I could do except retaliate. I grabbed his pants and underwear and tugged. I kept pulling until I got them part way off. One leg was completely off and had taken a sock with it. The other leg was stuck around his ankle, but Ethan was no longer resisting. He was laying on his back laughing. "You," he said, "should have seen the look on your face. That was hysterical!" He was laying there on his back with his dick out there for me to see. How could he not be mortified by this? I was and I at least had the benefit of a droopy t-shirt to partially cover me. "You cheated," I said. "What cheat? Did we discuss rules and order?" "No." "Then it was fair." "Do you concede?" I said, still a little miffed. "Yes, yes. Pull it the rest of the way off." I did as he asked and untangled his sweatpants and pulled them off along with the sock. I couldn't believe Ethan was laying there stark naked and not caring. I could never do that. Of course I guess he spent a lot of time in the gym. Maybe he didn't care. I should have been excited but I was a little mad and ashamed still. I felt ridiculous standing there in nothing but a t-shirt and one sock. I really wanted to get dressed again but I was not about to admit defeat. I wasn't too ashamed to notice his circumcised dick. It didn't look that big I thought and that made me feel a little better about myself. I'd been reading too many stories on the net where every guy had a "nine-inch love pole". His pubes were much bushier than mine though. "So we sleep like this then?" I asked. "Yep," said Ethan, "but I have to go to the bathroom again first. Get comfortable." Ethan pulled himself up and walked naked to the bathroom and shut the door. I stood for a moment deciding what to do. Nope, I thought. Not going to let him win. I decided to sleep as I was. I straightened up the blankets and pillows again, very aware that every time I bent down my ass stuck out. Then I gathered up my clothes and put them beside me. Just in case I needed them in the middle of the night. I heard Ethan flush so I hastily climbed under the covers and lay on my back. Ethan came out of the bathroom and since my eyes were pretty well-adjusted to the dim light I got a good view of him walking toward me completely naked. He didn't worry about where his clothes were but just climbed in and lay beside me. Ethan giggled. "You should have seen your expression." "Shut up," I said, but I laughed too. Actually it was kind of funny and it meant I did get to see him naked. In the morning I'd just get dressed and we'd never talk about it. Nothing happened so no one could claim this was gay, right? Even though my heart was pounding again thinking about the fact that there was a naked and very attractive boy just a foot away from me. "Are you still wearing one sock?" he asked. "Yes. Rules are rules." We talked a little about bullshit, me pretending like laying there with my dick out was normal and the TV was still on some late night show and we kind of watched that. Eventually Ethan got quiet and started to snore. How the hell could he be asleep? I grabbed the remote and channel surfed for what seemed like an hour before I finally fell asleep too. It felt like only a few minutes later when I woke again but I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was about 4 in the morning. The house had the stillness that only comes in the middle of the night. Then I realized a few things. My hand was on Ethan's leg, I was hard as a rock, and I seriously had to pee. I really hoped I hadn't poked him with my hard-on and I *really* hoped that if I had he'd slept through it. A guy's not responsible for what he does in his sleep, right? And everyone gets hard-ons in the middle of the night, right? I got up and went to the bathroom, my hard-on leading the way. I closed the door but didn't bother to turn on the light, just found my way by the little nightlight. I had to sit there on the toilet for forever before my dick went down enough for me to start to pee and then it seemed like forever again before I could completely drain my bladder. Piss hard-ons are the worst. When I was done I wiped up, flushed, washed my hands and left the bathroom in my ridiculous one sock and t-shirt. My non-socked foot was cold. I climbed back under the covers on my side. Ethan didn't seem to have moved and was still on his side facing me. I lay there in the dark and tried not to think about how we were both naked where it counted. Ethan sounded like he was asleep, but with a big sigh he rolled over on his back and a little closer to me. I could feel that he was not quite touching. I blame it on the late hour and my general horniness but I started wondering how sound a sleeper he was and what I could possibly get away with. Grabbing his dick, while enticing, seemed totally out of the question. One thing I could do though was touch my foot to his. I'd always wanted to do that with another boy. Trying to act like it was just a nocturnal stretch, I reached out with my bare foot and tried to find his. I bumped into it and felt his warm soft foot against mine. Ethan didn't move. I felt myself getting hard but decided not to worry about it. Maybe I'd have to go back to the bathroom and whack off though. Very slowly I moved, stroking the sole of my foot over the top of his. He sighed and stretched in his sleep. I froze. When he seemed to be relaxed again I continued stroking his foot gently. If he woke up now I could just pretend that it was a dream, that I didn't know what I was doing. Or so I told myself. I was completely stiff at this point even though my hands were at my side and I hadn't touched myself. Ethan rolled over on his side toward me without warning. My bare foot was now trapped between both of his. I froze again then I realized something else, Ethan's naked body was pressed up against me, including one very hard dick. I lay there in the dark for a minute wondering if that's what it was but there was no doubt that a very solid erection was pressed up against my hip. Ethan moved his feet a little which had the effect of stroking my foot and my breath caught a little. Then Ethan moved his hand and dropped it onto my inner though, brushing against my balls. I gasped. It seemed pretty obvious that Ethan was not asleep. "What are you doing?" I asked. I might have sounded a little panicked. "Should I stop?" he murmured. "Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked. "Of course not," he said. I relaxed a little. Ethan moved his hand lightly down my leg and stoked my feet with his. He was wormed a little closer driving his dick into me. I knew I wanted this. I turned on my side further entangling us and reach between us. Wasting no time I grabbed his cock. It was much bigger than I'd seen it earlier, hot and silky smooth. Ethan's eyes popped open and he looked at me. Apparently I'd surprised him again. Keeping our feet and the rest of our bodies pressed together I stroked his cock. In almost no time he said, "Stop. I'm gonna, I'm gonna...." "We don't have any tissues," I said foolishly. But of course that's what I was always worried about at home. Not leaving any evidence. I stopped stroking but I still had firm hold of him. "I know where there's a sock," he said. He grabbed my stockinged foot with both of his feet and held tight. I got the idea and pulled my leg up. It took a couple tries but he got my sock off and I reached down to bring it up. I fitted it over his hard dick and started stroking again. After a dozen strokes and with a grunt I felt him pulse and the sock filled with warm cum. Some of it leaked out but most of it stayed in. Ethan was panting. I pulled the sock off and squeezed him as I did so. He jumped. "It's a little sensitive," he said. I pulled the sock out and set it aside then turned back toward him. I was still holding his dick like it was my personal possession and although he'd softened he was still mostly hard. Ethan stroked my hip then worked his hand down to lightly touch my dick. I nearly came right there. He didn't stroke but grabbed on and squeezed. It felt so good. "Can I suck you?" he asked. I never expected that, but I was not about to turn it down. "Please," I said. Ethan pulled himself away from my grasp and flipped the covers down off of us. I felt the cold air hit me but I didn't mind. Then Ethan got on top of me. Legs on either side, our balls touching. He bent down and kissed me lightly on the chest then began inching down, planting light kisses. This wasn't just kids fooling around in the basement I realized. Not a quick circlejerk where we all pretend it didn't happen. We were having real sex. Ethan kissed his way down to my pubes, rubbed his nose in them briefly then engulfed my cock. I surprised I didn't scream out. I didn't expect it to feel like that. Before I could lose it completely, he pulled off and sat up, straddling my legs. He rubbed both hands up my legs and around my chest, then around behind him where he stroked my feet. I just lay there, then he bent back down and engulfed me again and I came instantly. I didn't have time to even warn him, but he swallowed and kept sucking until I had to push him off. Ethan got off me and lay back down. I pulled the covers up over us and we re-entangled ourselves from head to toe. I looked at the clock. It'd only been 10 minutes since I'd left the bathroom. Ten minutes that just changed my life completely. Transformed me from a virgin to a, to a I don't know what. We didn't say anything, just pulled each other close and fell asleep.