Simply Put... My First Time.
“You’re such a priss Erica,” Jenna said snidely. “Oh my God, no I’m not,” she squealed, while giving everyone at our lunchroom table an appalled look. “I’m not a priss because I don’t like the taste of it,” she said defensively. “You’ve been with how many guys, and you still won’t swallow it? That makes you a priss in my book,” Jenna shot back. “I take care of my boyfriend, and trust...Read On