"I'm having stomach cramps," I lied, my voice coming out in a strained, breathless whisper. My heart was thundering against my ribs, each beat feeling like a heavy hammer blow. I could feel my face flushing a deep, guilty crimson, and I just prayed my mom would mistake my heavy blush for a fever instead of the raw pleasure I was actually feeling.

 

"And you didn't tell me? When did it start?" Mom asked, her face tight with genuine concern. She had absolutely no idea her precious daughter wasn't in agony, but in absolute heaven.

 

"J-just... this morning," I stammered, the words catching in my throat. I fought to keep...