She wanted someone who cared for her, not just her body. She wanted someone who liked her deeply and wasn’t just interested in sex. I wanted to grab...her by the shoulders and say, “Look no further,” but couldn’t. Instead, I became the shoulder she cried on. All year, I was there for her. I didn’t hit on her, just helped her through the pain. As the year wound down, I realized that our friendship was also winding down. She was moving on to a large university in the fall and I was staying at the. Her rear end was firm and tight, catching the gaze of every boy she passed. Her facial features were near perfect, her breasts, slowly developing, her only flaw. The were small, barely noticeable under her top, this however baring no effect on her attractiveness. Bethany had always liked Johnny, never knowing if the feelings were felt by him. She planned to test this out but the opportunity never really materialised, now she was presented with one, butterflies lining her stomach. She got to her. Another could say, “Whore,” and she’d crawl to him. What could make a girl do that? She was turned on, sure. But where did that inclination come from? Maybe it was the house she’d visit. Whenever she was there, a beast would come out of her. She’d stay nude except for a red silk ribbon in her hair. Sometimes with the shoes she came in —high heels or flats. The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake. Of course Liv knew what I wanted but she was in a position to demand favours in order to see my release granted.“Caitlin, if I let you free, are you going to be a good girl for me?” I made a gruff approximation of an affirmation. It sounded like ‘gwwwwwhhhhmmmmm’. “Caitlin, if I do let you free, I want you to lick my cunt. You have to suck my clitty, and give me a really good, deep tonguing. Do you think you can do that?” Despite my instinctive mental recoil from the C word, I made the same.