“Have you ever done this to another girl?”“Not really. I learned this just for you.” Now I wonder why she asked. Maybe she wanted me to tell h...r the details about other lovers I had had. Maybe she wanted me to tell her how other women experience orgasms. I never found out. After some small talk and more kissing, I penetrated her in the ‘missionary’ position. My next move from there was to lift her ankles close to her head, in order to raise her hips and give me a better angle to penetrate her.. She collapsed onto the pillow and cried herself to sleep, wishing she could be as open sexually as Lars wanted her to be.( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) ( ¥ )Aggie was a happy girl who loved to sing, dance, and be the center of attention. She wanted to grow up and be a famous singer or actress, anything that would put her in the spotlight. She got her wish one day at summer camp, and it changed her life forever.Aggie had discovered self-pleasure, but not the importance of privacy. One year at summer camp she was. Our group of six became a group of seven. I watched with a mixture of jealousy and pity as shy, sweet Simon tried to survive the same gauntlet of flirting and teasing I had endured during the early months of my friendship with the girls. Stephanie protectively kept some of her friends’ more overt behavior at bay, but there was nothing she could do to keep her man’s eyes from wandering to Corrine’s expansive, swaying bosom every time the stacked Nordic babe so much as leaned over. One time, when. Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! My thoughts disintegrated in panic.I slipped on the wet floor as I rushed to her. I didn't feel the pain in my sprained wrist. Only later would I even realize I'd hurt it. I just had to get to her. I grabbed her arm. She was still warm, her chest rising and falling slowly.Thank god she was still alive.My mind kept telling me I had to do something. I had to do something or she was going to die. I grabbed one of my towels, wrapping it around her arm.Now what?Get help, a.