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With another push, she sunk another inch, his head rubbing up against her g-spot and she moaned again. Unable to help herself she pushed hard, sinking further and stretching her recently virgin hole harder. With a final shove, she bottomed out on his cock, his balls pressing up against her, and his heat throbbing slowly within her. God, she didn’t know she ended up here or what she was going to do now, but she was going to enjoy this moment.

“Okay, sweetie,” she agreed, leaning down to kiss me softly in my hair. “We won't tell him, not until and unless you're absolutely, one hundred percent sure you want him to know. And if you decide you never do, that's okay too. Whatever you want.”

Towards the middle of the semester, Mrs. B. devised an assignment where we had to act out a soliloquy from any Shakespeare play. I chose Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech from Julius Caesar. As we had to be in costume for extra credit, I brought a flat sheet to school to fashion into a toga of sorts. There was a supply closet in the front of the room where people could change. Boys would pretend to peek in the closet when girls were changing. There wasn’t much to see for the most part, as girls might throw a long night gown over their clothes to play Juliet. The door locked on the outside when closed completely, so the few kids with major changes could do so with some privacy.