It was like we were both trying to prove something.I didn’t think about my dress and how it was floating behind me. If people saw my pussy then they...saw my pussy.The other way that I enjoyed that dance was because of what was in my pussy. By the time that the dance ended I was REALLY horny.When it was over daddy bowed to me so I did a curtsey; both while everyone in the room was clapping us.Daddy led me back to our chairs and I slumped down on to it. I heard some of the people on our table. I kept telling him to forget it. I thought about what Sam had said as I dressed, Every single one of us has something in our pasts we are either running from or toward. We all have things in our past mine just happens to be I like to be treated rough sometimes during sex. I like to be taken and used every now and then. I like to be fucked deep and hard. I not only want to be the slut I want to be treated like one sometimes too. Somewhere deep in my mind that gang rape that I hated was being. " You realise that I was her second choice." What?" She wanted you but you never took the hint."I took a long pull on the beer, literally trying to drown my sorrows."I'm really happy to have her. I hope we can still be friends." We can," I replied dolefully, cursing my bad fortune. I wanted to blame my studying but deep down knew that it was inexperience that had led me to lose out.With the ice broken, we chatted freely and I buried most of the animosity I felt towards him for stealing the love. Having enjoyed the view in a full length mirror and got some self shot snaps, I found myself sitting at my dressing table wondering how to amuse myself next.... Looking at my face in the mirror I noted a little dryness (no doubt from my earlier shave, god how I hate that ritual, you girls don't know how lucky you are!), no worry I thought out with the moisturiser. As I opened the lid though I found that the ingredients had settled out. No doubt due to sitting against a hot radiator all day, no.