The Escapades of a Teenage Slut 1

In this series I will be confessing to what made me what I am today. The sexual adventures of my teenage years that brought me to the now. These stories are the Escapades of a Teenage Slut.



It all started at Jane’s party when I was 14. Jane’s parents were out of town so she threw a party celebrating the end of our 8th grade school year. To my surprise, I actually received an invitation. I wasn’t very popular back then so I really didn’t expect one.
This was going to be great. A house full of kids with no parents in sight and a fridge full of beer. I smiled at the thought.
I could hardly sleep that night. I was so excited. I hadn’t ever been to a party where the parents weren’t there. I guess I was what you could call a goody-two-shoes back then. I didn’t even think about the possibility of what could happen. I was just happy to be in the in-crowd for once. When sleep did come, I dreamt of my secret crush. Alec Ramsey. God was he sexy. He stood at about 5’ 7” with short brown hair. He had ocean blue eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. He also had these pinkish-red full lips that I imagined mine touching everyday. He was physically fit and then some with his hard abs. He had a nice, full ass that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. In a word, perfection.
In the dream, we kissed and he asked me to never leave him. He pulled me down to him in the lush grass to where I was on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I could see his hard, pink nipples near his chest. He smiled and rolled over, making him be on top. He then slipped off my shirt and shorts, causing my hard on to be seen through my thin boxers. He bent down for another kiss, then removed my boxers. Right as his lips touched my cock head I woke up.
I was mad because I was getting to the good part but when I checked my alarm clock and saw it was three in the afternoon I was glad I woke up. Four hours until the party started.

Two, hours later, I had been through my entire wardrobe and was still unable to find something suitable. I finally decided on a light blue Hollister shirt that had the brand name across the front and jeans. Nothing wrong with being comfortable. I looked in my full body mirror and made sure I looked decent. The truth was, I didn’t look half-bad! Short, dark hair, with the bangs spiked upwards, my green eyes gleaming, my blue shirt accenting my light tan, and my tight jeans going down to my white shoes showing off my ass. I smiled and headed for the door.
My brother and I took the hour-long drive to Jane’s house. I could hear blasting music pulsing through the air. When I went in all the lights were off except for blue and white strobe lights in the living room and the furniture was moved out of the way so we could dance.