My daydream was interrupted by the question, "And do you know what that was an example of, Sarah?" Everybody must have noticed me snapping back to rea...ity, and I could see everybodys' eyes on me, their faces smiling like they couldn't wait to hear what stupid answer I was about to give. "Uh, a simile?" I didn't want to say I wasn't really listening. "What are we going to do with you, Sarah?", my sister said, but with a smile on her face. It was an ordinary Friday afternoon. As soon as the "End. We had pussy on lock, and fucked girls all the time. This couldn't be. Dude was a Running back. Dude was tough. Nothing about him was feminine, yet he was looking at me with them funny sex eyes. I couldn't believe it. "Since I was 14, Mike I've been with guys. My best friend back home and I experimented and I like it. I like you too" he says and walks up to me and kisses me in the mouth. I can feel his hard dick against my stomach as he pulls me closer to him. For some reason. I remembered counting them in an abstract sort of way, marveling at even their beauty, naming each, as they stood shivering, the finest of hair downy soft and thin, standing up as prickled stems of electricity. And each tiny bump shared the same name…desire. And I would spend whatever time she gave me, kissing each one. Content to draw from her the rapture of my lips upon her flesh, devouring and savoring each tiny bump as though it were a feast in and of itself. And as I partook of her flesh,. “I have three of my own, and I’ve been teaching at the dojo, mostly working with teens, for years.”I began to wonder if this was some kind of setup by Sensei Jim. Perhaps he’d let this get out of control and couldn’t, or wouldn’t, rein it back in. He’d told me that my style was different, and that I should be careful to follow his style. But in this case, I thought he was wrong. The problem was, I didn’t want my first solo experience to result in the kids all quitting, or worse, their parents.