"A night cap!"She hands me a small shot glass filled with a fawn liquid. It could almost be Bailey's Irish Cream. I don't really feel I have any choic... but to drink it. It has a musty, "hairy", taste. For a second or two after I drain the glass there is just the after-taste; odd, not alcoholic, not pleasant but not unpleasant either.Then, suddenly, my stomach heaves. I dash to the toilet and the remains of my contraband meal spew down into the pan. I heave again. More. And again. More. Now. After some time she went inside bedroom without closing the door and started undressing herself, I got a hard on seeing her nude, Then she wore a dress came and sat on the bed beside the chair,She asked me to come on to the bed, She laid herself on the bed took my hand and kept it near her cleavage. Gosh, I could sense her deep breathing but I was afraid to make a move as someone might come. She again insisted me to press her boobs, Still I didn’t make a move, She herself took my hand and. So I downed my lemonade and went back into the house. Steve was in the kitchen area working on his computer. I asked if I could help myself with the lemonade in the fridge? He nodded and I went over to the fridge, opened it, bent at my waist looking for the lemonade knowing fully well my young pussy was clearly visible to him. I took my time looking in the fridge and turned around suddenly to catch Steve staring at my pussy. He got flustered having been caught. I gave him a naughty smile and. I was teased mercilessly for having a small penis and no pubic hair - they all told me I looked like I had a shaved pussy with a big clit instead of a cock. I felt ashamed all the time. To further my humiliation all the guys from the locker room would tease me on the bus on the way to meets - in front of the cheerleaders as well.One of the biggest bullies, Sean, was the boyfriend of the head cheerleader. On the way to an important meet (many, many teams meant that achievement here held high.