Forced by Her Stalker
"I'll be a virgin for life," I say.
Kelly laughs, and stirs her latte.
"Yeah, but why would you want to be?"
I set down my water bottle, and sigh, as I slide the cap back and forth across the table.
"There is nothing wrong with not wanting to have s*x," I reply.
I stop playing with the bottle cap, and reach behind and pull my long dark hair forward across the front of my shoulder. I chew on the ends of my hair as I stare at Kelly.
Today she's wearing a tight purple top, and short denim skirt. If someone was under the table right now, I guarantee they would get a good look at her bare p***y. Because Kelly doesn't believe in panties. Her skin is smooth, and soft, and her breasts are large and shapely. Her lips are colored bright red, because she always insists on
