"Now's really not a good time," Sophia responded without turning her head to look at her."Well, there never seems to be a good time anymore. Not since...you've started hanging out with that girl Amelia."Sophia raised her head sharply at the mention of that name. She immediately knew that she'd betrayed herself, for Raquel reacted to this by hardening her face."Oh, that got your attention, did it? Well here's something else that might pique your interest. Trevor stopped by today."Sophia didn't say. She took it into her mouth and started sucking. I was very excited and soon I felt like I was going to cum. I told her and she stopped, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.She sat me on the bed and said "I am going to fuck you. This is for me, it has nothing to do with Julie. I will never do it again, and you will not ever tell her. OK?"I nodded and she took off her t-shirt. She had no bra on and her breasts were amazingly firm. I sucked on her nipples and played with them. I undid the. With her natural blonde pubic hair, she never really looked like she had much to start with, now her pussy looked as bald as the day she was born.Sex had been on her mind constantly ever since she woke up from her coma, and today was no exception, but not for good reasons. With her crotch screaming at her constantly, there wouldn't be a minute of the day today that wouldn't remind her of her sexual precociousness. Not that she regretted anything she'd done yesterday, in fact it had been a. The rest of the details about confusion, hope, anger etc., are in the story. Each of those images seemed to exist for no more than five seconds. Since writing that story, I found that the seminal image for new tales almost always came the same way. It floated about two feet before my forehead, the top angling slightly toward then away from me. The image inside the 5×7 white frame often moved – like several frames from a movie – and repeated. Color or sepia, it was sometimes blurred and always.