His hands found mine as he pushed in a little and a pain pulsed through my body. He pushed a little more and the pain was stronger. "Good, you don't ...leed," he muttered. He pushed into me and I cried out in pain as he ripped my virginity from me. I was in too much pain to move. "You okay, babe?" He whispered. "G-give me a m-minute!" I gasped. His cock felt so huge inside me and I focused on that until the pain subsided. I was ready. "Okay, I'm good," I said. He kissed my neck as he pulled out. Trouble was, yes I was horny, but the reason was I was in estrus, and when he fingered me my periods came along with my orgasm, not that the two made one iota of a difference to each other, it was the bloody mess he had on his hand that made me excited, that night I was a heavy bleeder and when we left the cinema I took him up a dark street and made him do it again. That night I sat in the bathroom and looked at my blood stained thighs, it was as if I was marked and my menstrual blood was. What about swimming?" Oh then I'll leave the shorts behind. It's just the way I am, small town girl and all that."I did not appear in the Globe's spread on "most daring beachwear", something I later found out pleased management no end. My television persona was wholesome tending on the daring only a wee bit, but never to excess; I was someone a teenage girl could imitate without alarming their mothers.When I learned that I had a secret laugh. Most mothers of teenagers would be horrified to see. She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart, the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her crotch. The way she stood forced her tits to strain her sweaty red t-shirt.While she watched me get out of the truck, she had a slight smile on her lips and for some reason, her eyes seemed more confident, no longer shy, almost brazen and seductive. Her straw cowboy hat was resting on the back of her head. Something had changed. I wasn’t sure what, but there was something in her.