”After three hours intense shopping, which had trebled the size of my wardrobe, we found ourselves in a chic restaurant in the Avenue Montaigne wher... ‘Cher Mademoiselle Fiona’ was greeted effusively by everyone from the Maitre d’ to the Chef himself. Once we had been given glasses of Mademoiselle’s favourite champagne and the menus, I raised my eyebrows and said, “Well, an explanation?”She grinned mischievously at me. “You may not have realised that you have only seen half of my apartment – it. She wiped her eyes and grinned uncertainly at me.“Actually it’s really nice now it’s in…” she muttered. I felt her flexing the young muscles of her pussy around my cock and I brought my hands up to stroke her naked thighs. Sophie smiled at me. “That’s nice…” she whispered and I continued to rub my hands up and down her legs and then slid them under her T shirt. She giggled as I moved my hand up her tummy to where, in a short time, her breasts would form although now they were just two soft. I don’t answer but the voice in my head, the one that tells me not to oblige so much, says “and if I don’t?” In my head I hear your response. “Naughty girls don’t get cock” and it’s in that damn tone again. I smile to myself and wonder whether I really might have finally crossed a line. After a clean up I decide that my pussy needs a royal fucking so I smile sweetly at you and behave the way I’m supposed to. That is until my second glass is empty and the voice in my head, the one that thinks. I’m a year dropper when I was in my middle college, that’s why I was already 19 years old when I entered 12th Standard. There is a common perception between college-going guys, that if a girl has turned chubby then she must be having numerous sexual encounters. Maybe that is somewhat correct also but in my case, it wasn’t correct. Still, guys had the same perceptions for me. Due to these perceptions, it was a common mentality that I was an easy lay. The perception says that my body developed.