Instead of breathing flames, she breathed steam. It was hot, could broil you if you were caught in it, but it wasn’t the gouts of fire her cousin Do...inari or the other dragons had. Maybe that was why she never turned into a rampaging monster like so many of her kind.So that really didn’t explain Pyrriah’s red hair that glowed, either. Kurtis didn’t have it, either. He had black hair like me.“What are you doing?” Pyrriah asked, frowning. “You’re just staring at my hair. Is there something in it?. Of course, eventually I'd have to sort out truth from fiction. By the seventh grade, I also had played "Doctor" with several boys. There was also the day I found the hole in the wall in my closet that looked directly into my parents bedroom. Let me tell you, from the age of eleven through sixteen, I had a front row seat for sex education.I think it's safe to say, I knew a very great deal about sex at a very early age. The problem was, I was an only child and suffered severely from the Eldest. . happened.We were sitting on my couch, and our desires erupted. Our clothes evaporated, and somehow we floated up in the air and landed on my bed (well, not really). We touched and kissed and sucked and...and then I was inside her, erupting, and her orgasm was a soft squeal in my ear, a musical sound I wanted to hear again and again.She had intimated, without ever saying as much, that she was not a virgin. Her head was on my shoulder; she was relaxed, as was I, and I gently tweaked her left. Lynn looked meek for a moment, then came over to me to check my burn. I snatched my hand away from her, almost making like I was going to hit her, this frightened Amanna for a moment – more shocking her than anything else. My face immediately changed to one of demure sorrow and mild shame. It seemed for a moment that scaring Lynn was one thing – part of a pattern that we’d somehow been in but were gradually breaking out of. But Amanna and I had never had such a pattern, and seeing me react like.