I opened up

My story really begins last August, when our college student, Joe, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole stack of "adult" magazines under his bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there were also magazines with only pictures called things like "Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one out to read or look at.

One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Joe tried to console me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time in my life.

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