The first thing you need to understand is that I was raised in a very strict catholic family. I had almost no time to myself through most of high school. Other than sports after school (I played soccer and ran track and swam on the swim team), and the couple of jobs I had, mostly babysitting, I was at home, or with family somewhere, at nearly all times.

I wasn't allowed to date, I wasn't allowed to talk to boys on the phone, and I was scolded often for wanting to wear makeup or sexy clothes. Whenever I could get away with it my typical outfit was Umbro soccer shorts, the shaped my as nicely and got all the boys looking, and slightly too tight tee shirts, with no bra. As I blossomed my mom would insist I wear a bra anytime she could make out my nipples, poking through my shirt, but I went out of my way to avoid her as often as I could.

All that said, when I was six when I first discovered my clit, and 8 when I had my first orgasms. By 13 I was desperately horny all the time. And it was around that time I first realized how wet I get, all the time, when aroused. Literally a constant gushing flow of juices. But I had basically no outlets, and no access to boys through most of high school, other than my younger brother, and a couple boys a babysat for I was never alone with a boy long enough for much to happen.

I was able to attend school dances, but never the after parties, and although I had kissed a few boys, and been groped a few times, and given a few blow jobs and hand jobs, and even been fingered a few times, I still hadn't done the deed. I turned 18 in March of my senior year. I had been talking to one boy in particular for a few weeks, and had hooked up with him a under the bleachers after a dance. But nothing more had really happened, we kissed, he fondled, I blew him, but it was all a little to quick. Desperate as I was though to do more, I was still a good girl, and still full of Catholic guilt for all my naughty thoughts and dirty deeds and wasn't quite ready to risk my soul on.

He invited me to Prom, and to the after party at his friends house, and a hotel at the shore that night. I knew exactly what all that meant, and I wanted it to happen and by then, now 18, still in HS, I was determined to lose my virginity before college. I worked for 2 weeks to convince my parents to allow me to go to the party, and led them to believe I was spending the night at my friend Karen's house that night, with a group of other girls. My mom was wary, but between me insisting I was now 18, and Karen's mother assuring her that all the girls were indeed staying, she relented.

The prom was nearly perfect, I had the dress I wanted, my Dad was dress in a black tux, and red bow tie, looking incredibly handsome. He came to my door, handed me a corsage, escorted me to the limo he had rented, all exactly as I had dreamed about. We danced, we kissed, we danced some more. Around 10 we left the Prom and the limo took us to the party. We spent some time hanging with friends, had a few drinks, kissed some more. Around 11 he asked if I wanted to get out of there, and I knew what that meant.

We got back in the limo, and set off for the shore, about an hour drive to the beach hotel he had rented. I let him suck on my nipples and then go down on me in the back of the limo. He was terrible at it, but I didn't mind. It was nice to have a boy want to please me. As we got closer to the hotel I pulled down his pants and blew him, one skill I had been able to perfect during my formative years. He was cumming in my mouth within minutes, maybe less, and as i swallowed his load, the limo arrived at the hotel.

When we got into the room, clothes came off almost immediately. We rolled around naked in the bed, kissing, touching squeezing on another. He went down on me again, and this time went a little slower, actually focusing close to my clit. My pussy was soaking wet, I could feel a puddle gathering under me, and was slightly embarrassed. He lifted his face from between my thighs, and looked at me, smiling. His eyes locked on mine he moved up to kiss me, and as our tongues met, I felt him entering me. I tensed a bit as he 'popped' into me the first time. He was not very big, though big enough at the time. A nice 6 something inches, and not to girthy, but I was still a virgin, and my cunt, wet as it may have been, was so tight he was struggling to get it in, and I was panicking a little as it started to hurt.

After a few minutes I made him stop, and blew him again instead, while he ate me out 69, something I had also never done before. We fell asleep naked cuddling one another after he came. In the morning we tried again, and this time he was successful in sinking his rod home inside me. It hurt quite a bit the first few pumps, but as I relaxed more, and more I started to enjoy it. Laying there I was looking up at him, starting to get into his rhythm, moving my hips to meet his stroke, he came deep inside me. It was a little unexpected as we had talked about him pulling out. Part of me panicked, but I was truly enjoying the feeling of his hot spurts of cum filling my cunt, and splashing against my cervix. But when he finished I flipped out, and made him take me to a pharmacy to get a Plan B.

I was excited to lose my virginity, but less thrilled about the idea of being pregnant. I was happy in that moment, and on cloud 9 for a week or two until graduation when he broke up with me. He was leaving for boot camp right after graduation and decided him would probably never seen me again, and was going to meet lots of other girls in the Army, and that was that. One mostly great night, followed by total disappointment.

School ended, graduation happened, and I was left feeling mostly dejected, an having had my first real taste of sex was desperate for more, and better. In the 2 weeks between prom and graduation I had been able to buy a car, with money I had been saving up for 4 years of babysitting. It was a 1983 Chrysler LeBaron, light beige inside and out. A total shitbox, but my grandfather and uncle were both mechanics and had given her a clean bill of health. Plus it was in my price range and would end up getting me were I needed to go for the next 6 years, so I couldn't complain.

I had also landed a summer job, a real paying proper job, with W-2 and everything. It was working as Life Guard at the local pool. I had gotten my CPR certification already, and passed my Life Guard test a few months earlier at the indoor pool at school. The local country club had 3 pools, 2 large Olympic sized outdoor pools, and a smaller indoor pool, along with 4 hot tubs, 3 for couples and one group tub, a sauna, and two small wading pools for the kids.

The first two weeks at the end of May I had gone for training at the club after school, and when June rolled around I showed up for my first days of work. I didn't know it then, but my sexual journey was only just beginning, and by the end of that summer, I would go from no longer a virgin to total slut in near record time.

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If you are trying to picture in your head the girl in this story, these were taken the night after Prom, in 1999 by the boy who took my virginity. A few of you who went to basic at Fort Dix that summer may remember them I am aware they got passed around. He sent me scanned copies a few years ago. Enjoy.














And for those wondering about the wetness:





From the top of my crack
To the tip of my toes
When I'm horny and hot
That's where my cunt juice flows



Happy wanking boys!

PS: For those interested in learning about the exploits leading up to these events, during my HS years, ask me about me "Secret Stash"


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