October
It's October when you finally have sex for the first time. You're taking her pants off when you see them. There are scars covering her thighs. You ask her what happened and she tells you to forget them and to just continue what you had started. You grin and start kissing down her neck.
When both of you are done, the euphoric feeling of your orgasm is down, and she's controlled her breathing, you trace those scars and ask her where she got them from again. You're really hoping they're not what you think they are, but you see the way she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She wraps her hand around the one you were using to trace the scars and gives it a kiss.
"I did it to myself." She says after a few minutes of silence. "It was what I had learned from my mother. She, um, she tried to- to kill hers-" You give her a soft kiss on the lips and then wrap you arms around her.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
