She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut. So she kept her distance, a...d explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this thrill once a week. Why Tuesday? Because tuesday was her parents' date night, which meant they would return at 11 pm, fairly drunk, have loud, erotic sex which Jean would listen enviously. “Yeah that’s what I meant, theres no pressure to do anything else” I said. We left the bar and headed upstairs to get ready for our night out.I was ready, lying on the bed waiting for Jaspreet to get ready watching TV. I decided to make an effort, I had a nice blue blazer on, a white shirt, and a pair of chinos. It was around 5.30pm and then Jaspreet suddenly appeared from the bathroom. She looked stunning, and she could see the look on my face. As I mentioned before she didn’t usually dress. I couldn’t figure out what it was as it went inside her shorts. But I kept staring at her navel for so long that she noticed!Leah: Wassup, cuz! Never seen a belly?She said with a naughty smile on her lips. I blushed and smiled.Me: No, I was just looking at the tattoo.Leah: Oh, okay! Do you like it?Me: I still can’t see what it is!Leah: Let me show you clearly.She was got to be kidding, right! I couldn’t believe it. She tugged down her shorts a little, and I could see it clearly. It was a rose. All that mattered now was my pleasure, and part of her, the darker part, liked this." There you go," I said in an almost soothing voice, " that's it." I then punished her with another volley of hard rough thrusts, this time more violent, overpowering her. She screamed. " OMG...STOP...STOP...JOHN...YOU BASTARD." My cock swelling and hardening more inside her, punishing her with its roughness. Whenever she flexed around me, the pleasure washed back in, and when she relaxed, it was replaced with.