"Lately I'd been rubbing my pussy a lot more than usual when I did that, but had never actually made myself cum. I didn't even know what an orgasm was... My dad has always hated talking to me about normal stuff, and he's never talked to me about sex stuff. When I had my first period he made me start shopping for the family and I was only ten! I remember going to him in tears because I was bleeding between my legs and all he did was get mad at me. He told me that if I was 'bleeding' now I was old. They might make a pass once I move out."Jase got a quiet look on his face, "When is that?"“Lease is up in two months. I have a contract on a small house closer to work.”“I’ll miss you!”She glanced at him, “You are about the only person around here that will. I imagine some of these idiots will be turning cartwheels.”Jase started laughing, “Don’t do that to me!”“What?”He had tears of laughter running down his face. “I mentally saw old lady Sawbill doing a cartwheel! It wasn’t a pretty sight!”Kym. Dangerous, tattooed, boyish. All things I steer clear of when I'm staring at a woman. But there is something about her that has my pussy dripping. She's always bagging her pants, showing off boxers designed with different things. A baggy shirt over small breasts and a tight waist. A single chain hanging from her hip. A sexy eyebrow piercing curling around her thin clean shaven right eyebrow. My mind wonders. An image only a mind can conjure pops into my head. The train is full and we're both. So I decide it’s best to get on with brushing my own teeth and let the conversation end. Implanting the dream seed of a mountainside rescue nightmare, into her subconscious, was not what I had in mind. I finish brushing my teeth and head to bed leaving her in the bathroom.A little later, as I’m laid in bed reading, she appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a black fishnet body stocking that I bought her. My eyes must practically be popping out if my head. She’s never worn it before. I’ve been.