Priya use to tell me about her friends, how things went in college and other stuffs. She use to spend at least an hour daily with me and talk her hear...t out. She was turning to be not so sweet as I had thought. She told me that she was not a virgin as her boy friend has sex with her twice and then they broke up and she was in pain since then. I told her to be very careful with boys as most of them don’t look beyond sex at this age to which she agreed and said ‘that’s why I am prefer only girls. Not smiling, not frowning, just watching. There was fruit on the tray, four sections of whitish-orange jackfruit. I picked them up carefully, one at a time, sitting with my knees against my breasts, my chin in the valley between them. Television. I was going on television again, that was why they gave me fruit. I ate it slowly, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall.My first time had been very hard. I hadn't wanted to read the words and I'd refused. So they'd beaten me from the waist. "I turned on the guy from the bar and told him to take his clothes off. I unzipped my skirt and took my panties off as my skirt was falling down. I touched my pussy and it was soaked with my juice. As I looked up again I saw his cock. It was enormous. Judging by the way it fell, it wasn't even hard yet. My hand was still on my wet pussy lips and I gave my clitoris a little rub as I lifted my fingers to my lips to taste myself. I maintained eye contact with the guy from the bar as I licked my. But her lover wanted it and she could not bring herself to refuse the request. A part of her had screamed "NO!" but her ears had heard her voice say simply "Of course you may." Now she laid back and prepared to lose the hairs that had been with her all these many years.She remembered back to her childhood, when as a girl of twelve she would hold a mirror to herself and eagerly watch for the first hair's growth. It came first as a smooth down; velvety and nearly transparent. So smooth and sparse.