NARRATED BY LARISSA
“I think it's better if we stop,” I say, and he refuses, holding me firmly on his lap.
“Stop why, Larissa? I know you want it too,” he says, going back to kissing me. I try to get off his lap, but something in me wanted to be there; our kiss and our bodies, everything fit together.
He slides his hands under my pajama top and squeezes my breasts, he keeps kissing me, and I feel a burning sensation.
“Barão, please, stop,” I say, jumping off his lap.
He looks at me, eyes wide, and says. “What's wrong? Did I do something you didn't like?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“It's not that, but I've already told you that I'm a virgin and I don't want it to be like this. I know you're used to these girls here from the hill, and I'm different. I won't do it like this,” I say,
