Nathalies Makeover Chapter Four
So the bastard had stolen my cherry and as much as I enjoyed it I couldn't clear the image of his contemptuous smug smile. Conflicted, I lay there listening to Viv's soft snoring my mind a complete mess, did this mean I was gay? I should have been screaming rape. Awash with all these stupid weird uncertain thoughts my biggest concern was, what would Viv really think of me? She must secretly be disgusted and lost all respect for me? I was out of bed wandering aimlessly around when...