I was so busy analysing the sensation that I didn’t even remember to be stressed when Mila drove us back. “Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. All the same, I began hyperventilating the moment I’d managed to persuade myself to climb into the front passenger seat. “The old Juliana is coming back!”
I felt a bit strange afterwards, when everything was over. “Now, I’m hot and sticky. “It’s not as though I haven’t seen you naked before, you know.”
Not altogether willingly, I took off my T shirt and shorts. She all but accused me of trying to get myself killed in exactly the same fashion my father had done, just to hurt her. Then she got up and walked over. That’s a promise.”
I sighed and looked up at the sky. To me, at least.”
I couldn’t think of what to say, so I hugged her. Then, when I was all but about to scream, her finger at last slipped between my labia and inside my vagina. A boyfriend or girlfriend? “There!” she said. “Aren’t I touching you?”
“Not like that, you witch!” (The real word I used was not exactly witch.) “You know
