But the ... promised!”“ ... what if ... not necessary ... word.”It was confusing; the words were jumbled, as though coming from very far away th...ough an echo chamber. In the blackness, it didn’t even occur to me to wonder who the voices belonged to.There was a long pause, in which I just started to ponder if I’d somehow gone deaf. The next voice irritated me for some reason I couldn’t remember, even as the words became more clear.“ ... give to ... sweet.”“ ... She ... love ... afterall.”“Yes,. Finally he pulled my head back and said that he was about to cum and asked where I wanted him to cum, I told him that I wanted to swallow it so he ended up cumming in my mouth... After that we cuddled for a while. He tried to touch me more but I was too sensitive and couldn't handle it. We ended up going to sleep and I left the next morning. So that was the first guy that I was ever "intimate" with. The first guy I ever had full blown sex with lived down the street from me in an apartment. I’m sorry.” My mind is racing and confused. What in the world is going on?“I guess I need to see exactly what it is you are hiding from me.”“I promise, I am not hiding anything!” I let out a yelp as I feel a sharp pull on my ear as the officer bites on my ear lobe. “Do not lie to me!” She hisses fiercely at me.The officer quickly grabs my belt buckle and tugs at it roughly. It doesn’t want to budge. Frustrated, the officer spins me around and shoves me on to the bed. I fall back and. She seemed to be a good family oriented lady who believed in orthodox Christian values.Nirmala and Rhea once went to the same school and Nirmala was a couple of years older to Rhea. They were close friends and I had often seen them hanging out together. Apparently, Nirmala had confided in Rhea in much detail about our sex sessions with her mother and herself. And Rhea had informed her mother Reena about what was going on in the apartment. (Like Nirmala had said earlier too, that every teen girl.