I’m writing my first story here, and it’s a real one. It happened when I was 19. I’m from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, a small yet developed city to s...me extent. I’m a sportsman playing all sports. I’m a national player, and I’m quite athletic.I’m 6 ft, a bit on the darker side and always have been popular in my school and the state. Yeah, I had a couple of girls in my life. But I was in a serious relationship for 2 years. I and my gf had so much fun! We had a lot of sex, mostly at her place.Although. I had to step back from the Ballroom Team, though. I still had time to dance, since that was during school hours, but I couldn't compete in everything during the football season. Mr. Fuentes was pretty mad but he wasn't about to argue with Coach Dutton.I did all right in school — I was never an A student but as long as I did my homework, I kept my average above a C. The only place I ever really needed help was math. I could handle the basics fine. But once they started throwing art work instead. Supermodel beautiful, he'd thought when he first saw her, and later he'd found out that his snap description had been accurate. She had been a supermodel. Zane. Zane had strutted runways the world over. Her face and form had graced the covers of magazines that Winston had never read but had heard about, had glanced at in waiting rooms while in doctors and dentists' offices. Not Playboy, though. Or Hustler. He'd read those, and Zane had not stooped to that level. But the boss lady wasn't just a. Then she felt her panties being pulled down until they hung loosely, just over her knees, and a sound over her made her aware that her father had grabbed something off the shelf beside them.“This will be a little cold, but I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt,” he finally said.She winced when she felt his hand again, but not out of pain, only from the surprise from the chill of the cold lotion he was massaging her with.“You did very well, so you deserve to be cared for a little too.”She felt him going.