>Her name was Anne. Her hair was all wild, and her skin looked so smooth and almost like chocolate. I like chocolate. I met her on the beach with her friend Sasha. I remember thinking they looked nice. Not like how I usually think somebody looks nice, no, this was different. I was focused on Anne most though. She was so goofy and even though I kept telling myself to stop, I just couldn’t stop looking at her chest. Her friend knew, she must have, because she made an excuse to leave early. She left Anne behind though, that’s how I knew I didn’t want her around anyway. I took her to the house, you guys were out that day for Little Homeschool. I took her to my room, showed off some of my games and movies. I started touching her a lot at that point, usually her thigh and shoulder. She only really freaked out when she saw how hard I was. I was practically bursting out of my jeans. She tried to fight me, but I was too strong, even if I wasn’t a Gem, I could have done it. I wasn’t as nervous as I should have been for my first time, I knew what I wanted. She was so tight, and she still wouldn’t stop fighting. That was awful, why couldn’t she see that I loved her? More than her friend did, the one that abandoned her. I took her back to the beach and left her there after I was done. She was still crying. But I know that’s the most anybody had ever loved her.”
