She was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She said she'd come to tell me how pleased she was that we had won the game. She was so pleased she ...said she was there to give me my reward. Now all the time she was saying all this she was taking her clothes off. I thought it was some kind of joke, and that people would jump out laughing and pointing at my rod, which had stood right up as soon as she started getting naked.But it was no joke. Amber made a nest on the floor with towels and tried. I am writing this story in her POV. One day, I met the guy whom I used to roam out with and enjoy handjobs in the public places. So I never use to wear a bra or panty when I go to meet him. That day was also the same.We went to the beach and played in the water. My top clung to my skin exposing my hard nipples as it was breezy and cold. We made out for some time and he fingered me (maybe next time I will give you the full story) and I gave him a blowjob.Then we said our byes and I went to the. Riccardo grabbed my wrists and roughly pushed me down on the bed. I fought him. I couldn’t do this, not tenderly like he proposed. If he made love to me, I would never be able to let go. If he fucked me with emotionless intent, we could simply go our separate ways. Arms pinned above my head, he kissed the corner of my mouth, and his tounge danced down to my jawline to my protruding breast. “Don’t do that.” I managed to breathe, trying to pull myself up. He didn’t respond, but rather tightened. I try not to do it but sometimes..." Sometimes what?"I decide not to lie to Mom, "Sometimes I can't help myself and it's just too strong. I'm sorry..." I started to cry again and my head fell down to my chest. Mom lifted my head and looked me in the eye wiping my tears away."Why are you sorry?"I knew it wasn't exactly wrong but it seemed to be a sign of weakness, as though I was controlled by my urges."Because I'm acting like a slut," I said, I was tearing up but my voice didn't crack. Then Mom.