Me: Hey, what happened??Disha: Nothing.Me: Please don’t play this ‘nothing’ game with me!Again she was silent.Me: I promise I won’t tell it to...anyone.I felt she might be worried that I would share with my mom.Disha: I just had a break up last week. Since then, I am not even attending my theory classes. I only go for practicals.I felt sorry for her and I exclaimed and asked, “What had happened??”Disha: I saw him half naked on my bed with my roommate who was wearing my lingerie.Me: How the hell. Now I am defiantly not in to boys but has been a long, long time since I have seen a young boy with his little dickey and marble size balls that are held up close to his body. He looks so cute. We swam for a while and came over to me and ask if I would like to see something funny. I said sure thinking was going to do some kind of dive. He reached down and started playing with his little friend and it started to grow. It began to stand up proud. He said it feels really good when he does that. I. “Oh, god...” I said, as he sucked and bit my throat. I knew I’d have a hickey there - just another in the long line of hickeys that had been given to me by my brother, by my friends ... sometimes by strangers on the bus.When you’re as friendly as I am, it’s pretty easy to get covered in marks.As soon as the waves of my orgasm began to subside, my mind cleared slightly, and I realized that something was wrong.Really wrong.My brother had asked me for a kiss, and I’d just writhed around on his lap. She tried to suck every last ounce out of my cock and left me standing there wobbling like a fool.Without a word she cleaned the cum off her face with her fingers and swallowed what she could. She left me there. I cleaned myself again and left the shower after several minutes. I was greeted by another drink, some bits of food, and her wearing the sexiest boy shorts and bra I’ve ever seen. We mingled for a bit and she started telling me about guys she’d fucked in the past and the dirty thing.