I only knew about sex from the stuff they teach us in school and from hearing other girls talk about it. This one girl Brittany I was friends with was...dating the cutest boy in our grade, and she loved to talk and brag about everything they did. They didnt have sex at this point but she would give him head all the time. I thought that was gross, but something about it turned me on a bit. I would go home after school sometimes and touch myself. I was very awkward and so paranoid my mom would find. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her head and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He didn't last long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an. We’re opposite sides of one virtual soul.”That caused a major stiffie. I understood exactly what she was saying. The other person existed in our imaginations. So, in simple terms we were fucking OURSELVES. I couldn’t conceive of an intellect so powerful that it could have figured THAT out.Then one day Biff simply disappeared. When I got my morning coffee, she was always waiting in our private chat-space. It was a companionable way to wake up. We would chat about our day and any of the things. It wasn't too bad, a plainwhite t-shirt, purple pants and white socks, and I was still wearing mybriefs. At least it wasn't panties and a dress.I went upstairs to watch TV with Leslie. She asked me if I wanted to playtruth or dare first. I agreedm and asked to choose."Truth," she said."How many boys have you kissed?" A few. Three, I think." Who?" Hey, it's my turn. Truth or dare?" Dare." OK. But... I don't know, I don't think you'll dare do this." What do you have in mind?" Never mind. I mean.