My best friend Jannaki, who lived in Kumbakonam, both of us were on the volleyball team at a catholic girl’s school near Kumbakonam railway station....In my secondary school year, we had a night game in a called Tanjore fifty km away from ours. Since I knew we’d get back in town late, I asked my father if it was okay for me to go straight over to Janaki’s house and spend the night. After much cajoling, he relented.Janaki lived in a large house on the rear side of the school. They were well to do. "Just trust me." He said as he gently placed a hand on my head, guiding my face closer. I did trust him and found my mouth on something warm and wet, something that wasn't visible to the human eye. I felt around with my tongue, the structure was familiar and then it hit me."Oh my god." I said, slightly muffled by him."I did say to trust me." I looked up at him with just my eyes then got to work.The smell he was emitting was a little weird at first but I got used to it. It almost smelled like. As if from nowhere, her mind recalled her first group sex experience when she was ending her second year at college and she had felt the need to download stress and adrenaline from her body and mind, since running and other physical activities weren't fulfilling their function, and neither was masturbation, so she put the books and notepads aside, thinking that a night in town, a few drinks, dancing, and maybe a little sex would be the best remedy for her restlessness.So, she took her car that. I wasn't ashamed of my body and I couldn't see why anyone should be ashamed of their but each to their own I suppose. But as I got older, my exhibitionism started to infiltrate into my sexual encounters.I loved fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However, Daryl by boyfriend wasn't quite as enamoured by the whole thing. He thought I was weird so unfortunately I had to let him go, who wants to be with someone who a) only likes missionary.