To my surprise she was very excited about seeing me. I had been thinking more and more about her and could not stop about her hot little body. —- I...sat and waited for her at the café, wed agreed to meet at, feeling my heart jitter. I knew that I was meeting Katie only as a friend, for all I knew she had no clue of my bisexuality. Nevertheless I couldnt help but feel nervous. She walked through the open doorway, wearing skin tight dark blue skinny jeans and a form fitting top, both. I could feel the warm blood of my cherry squelch onto my upper thighs as I screamed in real pain.But a real woman can take pain! As he began thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of my freshly-rapped vagina, I instinctively raised my legs, arching my feet and pointing my toes in what I now know to be "cheesecake style."It's funny: He couldn't even SEE my surrendering legs and feet from his perspective, but basic female instinct told me that such a positioning is pleasing to men. And,. I wait, my breathing heavy and slow, until I feel your hardness at my pussy's entrance. I gasp. Yes. You push it into me hard and fast, not giving me a moment to get used to your size. You growl my name, grab my hips, and immediately begin pumping in and out of me- hard and fast, to the point where it almost hurts. Almost. I throw my head back and scream your name, willing you to continue, to keep fucking me until I finally get my release. Your movements, though fast, have a good rhythm to. My jeans kept trying to slide up to where my new smaller waist was. I had to keep pulling then down. I left the shirt un-tucked. This seemed to break up my shape and prevent people from noticing my corseted waist. I looked in the mirror to see how noticeable the corset was. I realized the laces were hanging out the back of my jeans. I had to carefully tuck them in. I hoped nobody would notice the corset shape or the stockings. In addition, the corset had ten wide garter straps, five for each.