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 cocks, Maggie's dreamy smile when she talked about how a boy fucked her between shelves.

Gerald's cocky laugh when he talked about his massive boyfriend who loved lingerie, a sizable dick 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...