Life continued on for both you and her. After her speech she indeed treated you as you would a pussy. She sat on you and you moved everywhere. You started to count the days by the number of times she went asleep.
Sleep time was probably the most boring time. You didn't need to sleep. Instead you were just there underneath the warm sheets. She moved a lot in her sleep and she even apparently had quite an intense dreams as you felt yourself get hot and wet one night.
Based on the occasional comment you heard from her you started to think that arousal was a two way street. She knew when you found something hot and conversely, you felt it when she saw something hot.
Sometimes when you heard musical noises in the background you felt yourself heat up. You started to wish she would finally play with you some. Arousal felt so good, so moist and warm. Like the perfect warm blanket, yet it felt like an incomplete warm blanket. You were a blanket that wanted to wrap around something and share the warmth and love. If she or you were particularly aroused, every movement of her tight pants was a treat, you could only imagine what it felt like if she would just stroke you.
She'd already slept 3 times before she finally took a shower. You could smell yourself, you knew it was high time to take a shower. A strong smell of sweat and pussy juice hung around in her panties.
You surmised that despite her big words she still felt uncomfortable knowing a conscious boy was looking in on her life. She'd taken off her clothes. You tried to look around, hoping to maybe see a large mirror so you could finally see yourself. Oh how you wanted to see yourself. See her, no your lovely mound. No such luck, you had to settle for the tan tiled floor a part of a cabinet and her lovely feet.
The shower felt great. You could feel the water stream over your form before watching it fall down. She washed herself thoroughly, while skipping you. Soap streamed down over her long ivory legs and into the gutter.
Please touch me. You thought. Please wash me. You wanted to feel the soap, the washing cloth, sponge, her hand or whatever she used.
Finally she seemed to relent. From nowhere a sponge wiped you down. You could feel the pore of the sponge brush over your thick lips. It felt so good. You were already wet, but you felt yourself heat up. A warmth spread from deep within you and into the rest of your being. Please touch me.
She abruptly turned off the shower and dried off. Followed by her quickly putting on panties again. Still it felt great being out there. You wanted more, but you were going to give her some more time.
She slept another few days but nothing happened. You were disappointed by the lack of action you were getting, were the rumors false or was she holding herself back?
This day however started different. You didn't feel so good. You felt bloated even if you didn't have a stomach. You felt a bit, nauseous even. Was she coming down with something?
She seemed to ignore it and so did you as best you could. During the day you started to taste something new. It tasted like metal, your mouth felt more slimy than usual as well. Were you drooling? Your lips feel something wet and cold at the tip.
Light blinds you as her panties are pulled down in a familiar stall. "Oh fuck." You hear her say above you.
She pulled something from her handbag on the ground. You couldn't quite see what it was. You heard her sigh deeply.
From above you massive hand came into view holding a what looked like a white bullet. Her hand moved jittery, reluctant even. You could see the tampon floating below you tantalizing you with new sensations, how would that feel inside you?
"Ugh, fine." you heard her relent to no one. "You're menstruating pussy. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I felt like I had to. I'm sticking this into you now so you don't make a mess."
She'd barely finished talking before she thrust the the soft tip of the tampon was pushed through your lips and deep into your vagina. It was the first time you'd felt something enter your vagina. It slid in easily. You can taste the cotton like structure as it slowly expands and soaks up your drool.
Below you, you see a small white string dangling below you. You'd dreaded it, but it felt so much better than you'd expected it to.
During the day you feel the tampon slowly expand inside you as it soaks up more and more fluids.
Later that day she pulled out the tampon, sending shivers through you body. It didn't smell good, it didn't feel sexual, but getting taken care of like this was almost everything you ever wanted. She wiped you clean, before inserting a new one.
After a few days you started to feel better, the bloated feeling disappeared and she went back to ignoring you. You want more, maybe it is time to force the issue.