Slutty Awakening – Part 1

***This is a fictionalized version of true events — names have been changed to protect t he guilty***

I grew up in a rural town in the Midwest, my mother passed away when I was seven but other than that tragedy my life was pretty normal. My father dated a little, almost got remarried once but it fell through. By the time I was seventeen I was really looking forward to finishing school and going off to College with my friends the following year. Unfortunately my grandmother, dad’s mom who helped raise me after mom left us, passed away in the middle of the school year and with one thing or another I failed two classes. This is important; if I’d never failed those classes I wouldn’t have been home schooled and I may never have ended up being able to explore my sexuality.

About me, I’m 5’3” with long brown hair almost black and blue-green eyes. I have 32C breasts which are round and perky. In school a lot of boys asked me out, but I only had one boyfriend. In a small town you have to be careful who you date and how many people you date. It’s very easy to get a ‘reputation’. The result was that by the time school ended that summer I’d only ever had sex twice. My boyfriend popped my cherry on my seventeenth birthday in a hayloft taking all of five minutes to do the deed. Thinking it might be better the next time we tried again one weekend when my dad was in the City, it lasted ten minutes this time and I came away unsure what the big deal about sex was.

That fall I watched as all my friends went off to college and I was left at home. Dad had decided the easiest and probably quickest way for me to make up the two classes was not to retake an entire year of school but work at my own pace at home. That way I could go to college in the spring or summer. My friends kept in touch, and I’d drive two hours into the city to see them some weekends and go to the college parties so I wasn’t completely left out. I guess that’s where it started. When I first started exploring what I then thought of as my ‘bad desires’ I thought it started the night I saw my father’s cock. I realize now I started having these desires about a month earlier after the ‘incident’ at the party.

It was a cold February weekend; I’d driven into the city to stay with some of my girlfriends from school for the weekend. There was a big frat party, which of course none of our parents knew anything about. I’d already been to a few of these parties, but at this one I got really drunk. The girls told me later that some of the guys had been slipping ‘ruffies’ into the drinks.