Anna's Pov
I couldn't shake the conversation that went down in Maggie's room, weeks later. No matter how I tried to shake it off, I just couldn't.
It was like the words were stuck to my skin.
Everytime I closed my eyes, I remembered Cheryl describing red assholes stretched around huge c***s, Maggie's dreamy smile when she talked about how a boy f****d her between shelves.
Gerald's cocky laugh when he talked about his massive boyfriend who loved lingerie, a sizable d**k up his asshole and moaning like a slut.
Between my legs was another issue. My panties were soaked every single time. I changed undies twice a day, a wipe always situated in my bag always.
At my workplace, in the town's mall, my n*****s scrapped my bra everytime a boy looked at me for too long.
I pictured them
