Everyonetreated me like I was the town slut from then on. I lost all mygirlfriends. The boys showed me lots of attention but all theywere after was a ...uick fuck. I shut myself away for a few weeksbut teenagers are not solitary creatures. I started going out ondates again. I was very lonely and looking for affection. With myreputation, every boy that asked me out expected to get lucky andI didn't disappoint them. Since I had lost all my real friends,spreading my legs was the only way I could. No one seemed to be concerned or nervous about a dream company’s aptitude test anymore, and why would they?Seldom do boys in mechanical get to have an eyeful of a girl at such a close distance and that too in such skimpy clothes. For 4 years, my image was that of a simple Sindhi sanskari (cultured) girl, who had never even worn even a sleeveless top to college. And suddenly this!All this, I could hear them whispering and could judge it from the way they looked at me. But I thought to myself. ...sorry)as each man rubbed my clit and finger banged me. What would the men say as they heard me moan, and saw how wet each man's fingers became. Would the men try to push the envelope and get into that whole gaping thing? And since I am so tight, would that be possible? Or would it just excite the men more to see my darker, intense pinkness getting swollen as each man finger fucked me. Would my partner let them choke me? Would he let them kiss me and bite on my nipples? Would I get so turned. ." My bodytingles with delight as Sarah silences me by gently forcing her tongueinto my mouth, though after she 'withdraws', the sympathetic look on herface makes me sigh sadly."Okay," I say sadly, unwrapping my arms from around Sarah's body andheading with her toward the shower."Having our own place was never going to be all fun and games," Sarahsays sympathetically. "Or rather, fun, games and sex. Or more accuratelystill, sex, sex and sex." Says the woman who's about to share a shower with.