She and Becca used out of the same box. The last time she'd had a period it had ended on the day she used the last tampon in one box. She had put the ...new box in its place, but hadn't opened it. She remembered that inane fact as she pulled the box down from the shelf.The cellophane wrapping the box glinted in the light. It was untouched.For the life of her she could not remember when her last period was. She didn't mark them on the calendar any more. In the past she didn't care. She didn't plan. "I wasn't meant to be in here until the building closed for the day, but I saw a light on and got all curious. I'm so glad I did. Put the phone away. You don't need it now."With this she turns me round on my swivel chair, using my hard on as a handle! Before I can bring myself to believe my eyes my cock is in her mouth!God but she's good! She kisses. She sucks. She runs her tongue around the base of my helmet and grazes me gently with her teeth. With one hand she cups my balls; with the other. Kinda young, twelve, thirteen, something like that. But, you're older, I like that. So, would you like to have your first fuck?" Really? Oh, yes, that would be great. Do you need any protection?"She started laughing, "Oh, no, honey, I've been on the pill since I was thirteen. But, it's sweet to ask." Well, they really drilled it into us in school," and she leaned over and kissed me, then got on the bed, spread her legs wide apart and motioned me to get between them."Are you ready, Mark? Your. Give me a shot.”“NO!” She exclaimed when the iPad fell silent.Seeing his face at her harsh response she realized she needed to clarify her meaning. “You misunderstood. I was always taught that it’s rude to visit someone empty-handed. I have anything I can bring over, but I can run to the store. What time should I be there?”Jerome’s iPad said, “Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to bring anything. How’s 7ish?”“I’ll be there, with something.” She smiles at him and starts up the stairs.Jerome.