It's a concept I'm not unfamiliar with. It started when I was six and the neighbor put my hand on it (his crotch) and again when I was ten and the fourteen year old boy next door made me take off my clothes and he touched me in the place I felt should be hidden from the world. They said they'd make me sorry if I told anybody. And it continued in small ways after I hit puberty and boys would grab my ass or ask for private videos. Just what did they think I am? And I'd hate the idea of sex even more. But in Lance's arms I feel safe, when I walk out to meet him and his green eyes look over my face. He pulls me into a kiss and then glances at my breasts, "wish there was a place to go where I could taste these too"
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a Fence of Courage
Teen Fictionthis is going to be a story from the heart. A while back, I was pregnant with my ex's baby girl and due to circumstances I'd like to keep private- the pregnancy ended. it's knawed on me all this time and I felt like I needed to do something for me...
