She would say, that beside it hurting like hell, she did not believe anal felt anywhere close to as good as real sex. Her overall take on it was that ...at the end of the day, anal is standing there on all fours like a bitch while the guy painfully sticks his cock in your ass. And all that just so he can have a slightly tighter hole. Since our first time talking about it, I heard her defend her belief on a few occasions while stating proudly that there was no way she would ever do it. That's. I was re-boxing shoes that customers had left out earlier that day, when a blonde coed, about 19 or so, with a knock out body and face to match, came in and started browsing sandals. She started asking me questions about them, which I tried to answer as best I could. She made plenty of eye contact, and smiled frequently, even touched my arm numerous times during our conversation. Now, I'm no expert at body language, but I know that she was sending me signals. She tucked her hair back behind her. Her cousin sighted something and it was all ours. The door was locked and we too get locked moving to couch hugging tightly. My both hands tried the best to crush the bombs but gave a challenge. She started to make some noise slowing changing to grunts.She slapped me retaliating the same on her boobs. She biting her teeth exclaimed saying:D: you b**t**d my body is not a public property to stray.Me: s you saucy now it’s mine – private property.D: have you ever f**ked anyone before?Me: you?D: so. Bobbie was devastated! She couldn't understand how something as wonderful as sex could be badly perverted. I explained that rape wasn't about sex, it was about power and violence. The boy had been arrested and would be in jail for a long while but her friend, Katie, was having psychological problems.We talked for a long while and cuddled while I convinced her that a girl should always be able to say no and mean it. "Did you ever feel pressured or coerced to have sex with me?" I asked. "No, I.