I was soon opening my legs for any number of other girls and women – and that started with the second part of my lesbian initiation, which I’m goi...g to tell you about now.This took place two days after Ms Gretzke took my virginity with her strap-on in the locker room of the school gymnasium (see chapter 1), and my pussy was still a bit tight and sore when I turned up at her house, as instructed, at six o’clock on Friday evening. The coach always held a planning session here for the sports. No loved ones dressed all in white beckoning me to enter theafterlife. Silly to think there would be, really.Just my consciousness shutting down to spare me the trauma of an agonisinglast few moments of existence.When my vision clears...I raise my hands from the blanket. My fingers are pale, delicate andcovered in tiny freckles. My palms are softer, my wrists slimmer than theywere before the weird experience the blonde put me through.But that's nothing.Because I don't need to undo the buttons. Me: irada kya hai?S: irada bilkul bhi nek nahi hai. (wink emoji)Aise hi hamari baatein chalti rahi.Phir ek din company ke kaam se mujhe bangalore jana hua. Mujhe saturday subah jana tha and monday shaam return aana tha. I told her and decided to meet for a movie on sunday.Waise to mei sakht launda hu, but uski smile dekh ke mei pighal gaya. We enjoyed the movie and went to have momos. I was smiling and looking at her.S: kya hua?Me: haveli ka invitation nai dogi?S: (she blushed hard) yaar mei pg. .. and us, how many times I wished I could call you.” She chuckled at the impossibility of it all. “But I didn’t even know your last name. Besides,” she laughed nervously, “it was probably just another summer fling for you ... with one of your needy, older women.” Reaching between her legs she touched herself and was amazed at how wet she had become; my panties are soaked.When he first heard her voice, Bart was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to carry on a conversation with the enchanting.