Fetish teeth were off-white. The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me. The first time I copped a feel from a classmate she had on a cotton dress. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her mother what had happened. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. Her breathing was ragged now, her lips hung slightly open to suck in what air they could to help her ride this wondrous new sensations along the shoals of utter madness. She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. He saw her glide across the water her head kept carefully above. It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman.