She views my nakedness. I feel sick and mortified with shame. She touches my breasts, pinches my nipples till I cry out in pain. The she lifts up her ...kirt and I see she is naked below the waste. She guides my head between her thighs and forces me to do a forbidden, dirty thing.”“Laxmi, have you had sex with a boy or girl yet?”“No, I haven’t, Nurse.”“You have done nothing intimate yet?”“Only a couple of times with an older girl last year. She passed out last year, but we didn’t go all the way.. It was finally Friday, I went straight up to him after class and asked him if we could meet again for the homework assignment that he had just assigned. That should have been a dead give away that I wasnt really seeing him for help with the assignments. I mean I obviously hadnt even looked at it yet, but he agreed, and we set the time for the next Monday again. Monday came, and I was done with the small flirting, I needed him. In whatever way he would let me have him. I knew me being his. ‘The bitch reads it as well? Bloody hell.’ ‘I just wanted to understand her better.’ Ben finished his pint. He wanted to end this conversation. Waving his empty glass at Dave, he asked, ‘Another?’ * ‘All finished, dear?’ her mum asked, picking up the tray. ‘Yes thanks Mum.’ Cathy looked at her mother’s smiling face and for the first time in many months, smiled back. Her mother froze for a moment. ‘Cath, are you OK?’ ‘Yes Mum. I’m fine,’ she said nodding, meeting her mother’s gaze without. I never do anything wrong, and have been on the straight and narrow all my life. However, sometimes I do feel like I want to break free of this reputation and let my hair down a bit. When I was at Knappers last year for the summer holidays I had had a girlfriend. We had never done much, we stayed together for 10 months, but we were not serious. To say that I am not a virgin is arguable. My ex and I did have sex once, but it was so fast and amateurish that it could not really be counted. I feel.