I’ve always been small too, in every way. I’m about 5”2 or something and really skinny. That’s probably where my anger stems from to be honest... people always made fun of my height. Anyways, so I had detention. Big surprise…I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could get it in college. Apparently my college is big on good behaviour. I walked into the detention room five minutes late, great start. Mr Wilkinson threw me an irritated look but I just smirked at him. I took my usual. ‘It’s only what I’ve wanted to do with you since junior year in high school. But you were so cold and aloof, I didn’t dare try. And you ignored me. I might as well have been the fire hydrant you threw your bookbag on every morning while you waited for the bus.’ He laughed at the startled expression on her face. ‘I can tell you exactly what you ate for lunch on a Tuesday,’ he admitted, ‘or what your favorite novel is.’ He took her hands, which were lying in her lap. ‘I even know why you went. .. her..." Pussy?" Jason said."Yes," I replied."Always use the common words, Cindy." I played with Cathy's pussy. She was fifteen. She let me rub her nipples and then, she'd rub mine." Did you orgasm?" I don't think so, but she did. It frightened me the first time when she screamed and flopped around on the bed." Go on," he said."Then, we stopped doing things to each other. That was the time when Patti Parker became her best friend. For the next year or so, I knew about boys. I'd talk and. ......I am not sure for how long I dozed off, but for the first time in my life, I went into a dream-like world. My body was highly aroused, ‘electricity’ buzzing to all the sensitive parts of my highly, eroticised body. I looked down to where my pussy was being set to full, emotional, sexual pleasure. Mum’s boyfriend had my legs spread wide and he was lavishly working his tongue thoroughly into the depths of my sexual arousal. He knew where to touch, where to lick and where to probe.I couldn’t.