"Why dont we head back to my place? My parents are gone and we would be alone all day"She smiled back at me. "I'd like that baby."I smiled again and p...lled at her leading her back in the direction of my house. "We can do all sorts of stuff, watch TV, play some games, or just have some fun of our own making." I grinned at her as I told her the last part.She blushed again. "W-what kind of f-fun?" The good kind babe." We walk to the door of my house and I open the door for us. "So, what should we. Since she has seen me from my early teens she just came and started rubbing my back and asking me what really happened. I took a promise from her that she will not say anyone. She also promised. I told her that nowadays my private part is getting swollen and paining. She was smiling and said that’s okay.I told her it is big and also some white liquid comes out often. I feel like crying i slowly asked will you check and tell me if it is normal. She looked at the time immediately. She came near. .. polyamorous, yes, but also rather promiscuous, omnisexual, and even a bit of a nymphomaniac, as you say. But it really did start with the rape.“Also, I think that what happened is that my rapist has some condition that causes him to have a rather intense libido, that he passed it onto me, and then I passed it onto all of my sex partners, including you. Which also means that you must have passed it onto Connie and any other partners that you have. I have this intuitive sense that it also. She sits up in the bed, the soft white sheets clinging to her nude form. Her eyes scan the small bedroom. The street light outside her window illuminates it just enough for her to make out shadows and shapes of her furniture. There seems to not be anything out of the ordinary.Slowly, she pulls the sheets from her body and slides her feet over the edge of the bed to hang slightly before pressing her toes into the soft carpet. She lets out a sigh, feeling foolish for thinking that she wasn’t.