Well, she was dating some graduate student when we met, but I tend to ignore significant others when I find them to be whiny little pansies. I go all ..."alpha male" and go for the girl regardless of obstacles. Color me tunnel-visioned.Gia loved to flirt and was definitely receptive to my advances. We'd talk between lectures, have "platonic" dinners, and so forth. (You may mock my glacial pace, but the glacial pace affords one the opportunity to do this with multiple young women simultaneously.). Though it happened almost 20 years ago, my blood boils over when I let myself think back to that fateful day?.But first: a little background. I had a rough home life growing up outside Portland, Oregon. My parents both battled drugs and alcohol, and the related problems that went along with substance abuse. I eventually lost them both far too early in life. But each summer I found relief in the form of Dan and Betty – two wonderful friends of the family who owned a ranch in Northern California.. My hair was almost long enough to make me look like a tomboy.I looked at the man. He motioned for me to turn around. I did."Bend over." He commanded.I blushed as I bent at the waist and felt the skirt rise up to bare my ass. I felt his finger poking at my asshole. He hadn't even bothered to lubricate it and it hurt as it entered my dry ass. He sawed the finger in and out a few times then removed it.He reached between my legs and rubbed my crotch. "Nothing better than a white slut all shaved. “Hi,” her voice beckoned to me. “Sorry for texting so late. I didn’t realize the time, Amanda.”“Did you watch it? Did she watch it with you?”“Yes,” I gently hissed.“Well, I’m not your therapist anymore so I’m not going to give you the silent treatment.”“We watched and things progressed as I’m sure you expected, but things took a turn for the worse soon after we were done,” I relayed to her.“Wait, start from the beginning,” she excitedly exclaimed.I spent the next few minutes retelling her.