”Amanda scoffed. “You were trashed, Jonas. But hilarious and charming. And drooling all over me... but in a good way. That’s why I let you drag ...me to one of the bedrooms.” She paused. “But you passed out just when I got your dick in my mouth.”“What?” I said. “No! That’s terrible. I... I never... I mean... did you know about this, Beth?”Amanda nudged her friend. “He’s blushing.”Beth said, “Back then, Amanda only said she hooked up with some football player who fell asleep. We laughed. I didn’t. He did not smile back, the pressure increasing his hear rate."Hello, Diane speaking. Who's calling?"John felt great fear for three seconds then spoke, the smile on Sarah's face urging him, "a slut is calling, I'm a slut." The person on the end of the phone immediately ended the phone call.John felt shame, humiliation, a little disgust. He had just called a random person and said something inappropriate. He looked to Sarah who was smiling bigger now."I'm so proud. That was great. Embrace this. "So I did a full emotional dump on her, about how I'd messed things up with my moms, and with Maria, about how Maria and I were -- had been -- partners, until I'd messed it up.As usual, Ms. Andrews sat there and listened patiently while I poured my heart out to her."Your moms will get over it," she assured me. "They love you unconditionally. It'll just take some time, and continued good behavior on your part. But you know that."I nodded, and snuffled again. I actually SNUFFLED, like I was still. I had, on occasion put my finger up my own ass hole, and the aroma, and taste, of that secret crevice was not unpleasant, but I had no way to know how Tiffany's hole might be. In any case, I knew I'd never find out. I turned away, and slowly disrobed myself. Then I padded over to the showers to wash down. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, in my case), our shower room was older, and had not yet been rebuilt to allow for individual privacy, so girls would be forced to shower with other girls.It was.