Chapter Nine
Aimee dreaded going out with her old high school friends. They were all still the same boring, inhibited, repressed good little girls they had been three years ago. Aimee would bet that they were all still virgins.
She thought about the irony of that. Not more than eight months ago, she had still been a virgin, unschooled in the ways of pleasure. How could she have gone so long without it? How had she survived? She wondered. Her life seemed to center around it now, and she loved it that way. There was nothing better than a good screw, from man or woman, s*x was heaven on earth. Oh, how she’d love to teach her old friends a thing or two.
She sat in front of her mirror, admiring the way the white sweater and jeans complimented her slim, athletic, busty form. She wondered if
