Growing up in country South Australia, life got boring real quickly for a dorky teenage girl. I was academically gifted and had grown up in a conservative farming family. We had pretty strict rules about things like dating, boys, and I pretty much had a curfew at sundown. Being in a small town,I knew most of the boys, and they were boring. Sure, some of them were cute and potentially fuckable, but they were the ones trying to get their hands down every panties they came across. Us girls, we talk, you know.
All that changed when Jay (name changed) walked into my high school after the mid-year break. His chiseled jaws, pronounced Adam’s apple, and square shoulders made me quiver at my knees. I knew though, that I stood no chance. What would a drop-dead gorgeous senior see in a 13 year old who barely had any tits? It turned out, he was the son of the Anglo-Indian family who bought the farm down the road from where we lived.