She was thirteen and in junior high at the time, and when she took a hot bath and violated herself (to avoid the same pain when she loses her virginit... to a male) she began writing about her sexual urges in her diary.It only took a few days for Susan's mom to understand that her daughter was going through menarche, and with that, she would become fertile and need "the talk". Her mom scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist and ordered Susan to accompany her.When Susan fought the idea. Hands grab my hips and pull me up. I sit up to a kneeling position, blushing at how I must look. I hear a gruff "did I say kneel? get your hands back on that bed" A gentle but firm push between my shoulder blades and I drop so I am left on my hands and knees, naked except for the shoes, the blindfold and the shirt around my head. I feel even more exposed and those hands feel so ? so powerful. I flush thinking about Cindy who has already tasted me and is looking at me, at my exposed body. She. If someone at my part-time job knew the type of conversation I was having, it would not have been nearly as annoying as if the guys at the firehouse found out. I work with the part-time job crew eight hours a day. However, I live with the fire crew for twenty-four hours at a time. I would never have heard the end of the banter and teasing.“I think it excites me for a couple of reasons,” I began. “The first reason is that you are doing something that excites you and is not something everyone. ” He grinned mischievously. I blushed a deep red. So he had been looking at my breasts. “So at least change the shirt, the shorts will dry in time. Tuck in the shirt though, or bind it at the back or something, those shorts are short enough to be hidden by the shirt.” He left to start his shift and let the manager know I’d be there in a moment. I went into the single-person-bathroom and made a face at my reflection in the mirror. My dark brown hair was messed up, the tips wet and curling when.