"You know...", Shameen's deep voice broke the silence as he swallowed the last of another cookie, "You don't talk about your time at University very much..."
Shema smiled around the sip of tea she was in the middle of, enjoying the light taste of honey as the warmth trickled pleasantly down her throat and settled in her stomach.
"I've told you about my cheerleading days, dear: I was Captain of the team for my last two years there, we were average, probably, but we always had fun."
Shameen closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, angling the recliner farther back. Obligingly, Shema scooted closer and laid down next to him, resting her head in the soft curve of her husband's shoulder.
She felt the rumble of his words as much as she heard them: "How were the first two years, then?"
Shema frowned and nestled her face deeper into his armpit.
...how to explain to her gentle, loving, husband that she was deceived into losing her virginity to a foursome, submitted to wolf-packing in an effort to smother her lack of self-esteem beneath the cum, spit, and sour breath of drunk, horny boys, only to finally somehow find her self-worth after waking up in a wet, sticky dormitory bed, her fur caked with dried semen, and her "pack members" sprawled naked on the floor, unconscious and covered in each other's vomit...?
"Oh, you know, dear, the usual: parties with pizza, soda, and friends. Nothing special..."
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