Let’s get a little dirtier

I realize that many reading this would rather read the smut than my la-la childhood memories…so here’s some sexier stuff (maybe?).

 

Would you like to know how I lost my virginity? Sure ya would.

 

Remember that I come from a small rural place where teens drink & have sex to combat boredom. I had always been a good kid and my parents were preoccupied with their crumbling relationship so I had a lot of freedom. In fact, by 15 I was rarely home. I drank and partied, crashing at friends places or simply staying out all night.

 

I met a boy named Todd who I thought was cute. We had a lot of mutual friends and the more time we spent together the more attracted I became to him. I had sort of kissed boys before and I had been masturbating for a couple of years but I was still very much discovering my sexuality (still am!). The first time he kissed me a rush of pleasure washed over me head-to-toe with such force I thought I would melt or catch on fire…or both. He lowered me down on the floor and pressed himself against me and I could feel his hardness through our cloths. It was the first time I felt truly and intensely turned on. That was it, it was brief but it seriously messed with my head and I laid in bed all that night soaked, touching myself, wide awake and hungry for more.

 

In the coming weeks we had an opportunity to be alone for a few hours in a friends camper and we had oral sex. It was my first time and I loved it. He licked my pussy and I ‘went down’ on him. We ‘made out’ and it was soooo hot & exciting. I was hooked. Even though we didn’t have intercourse I consider that to be when I lost my virginity because it was so much more significant than the event where I actually had intercourse with my boyfriend later on.

 

Funny thing about Todd…I ran into him 15 years later. He had had a rough life. We spent hours catching up over drinks and then we went back to his place. We spent the night together but there wasn’t really much in the way of sex. He wanted to hold me and look at me, that’s pretty much what he did for hours…just telling me how beautiful I am.

 

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Looking back...

Reaching way back…

The beginning seems to be the appropriate place to start with this tale.

I was raised in rural Nova Scotia, Canada. I was surrounded by farms and apple trees. I had a poor upbringing but all my basic needs were covered. My parents did the best they could with what they had. My grandparents helped out when things got really tough. I went to church but never liked it. I did well in school but was rarely pressured to do better. I was socially awkward and lonely as a youngster. I was always more drawn to adults/teachers than to my peers. I was bullied or ignored by kids my own age. I never felt like I belonged there. When I grew up I wanted to be an accomplished actress or singer…but I never wanted to be so famous that I would appear in tabloids or be recognized when in public.

I competed in public speaking and usually won. I took every opportunity to be in school plays or anything just to get up in front of a crowd of people. My cousins & I used to put together little performances for our families. I’ve always been an exhibitionist and performer.

I was always good at making and saving money. I created or found small jobs around the community to get paid for, I babysat, worked on farms, house sat, cleaned people’s houses, etc. When I was 15 I rolled and sold single cigarettes to other students at school. I never smoked myself. Jobs fell in my lap as well. At 15/16 I was offered a job in an optical store where my Mother was buying glasses. I worked there on and off for a year making a few dollars more than minimum wage. It was a grown up job and I was proud to have it.

When I was in my early teens my stable and fairly normal family life started to change. With my older brother and I becoming old enough to be more independent my Mother started to live her life again and she was not happy with my Father. It took a few years of drama but they finally divorced when I was 16. I was closest with my Mother so I moved to Halifax with her which was a significant event in my life. I became a city girl and was introduced to all kinds of new people and experiences.

I did not fit in at my new school and I spent most of grade 11 going to bars and partying with girls from another school. My Mother and I were more like friends and I had all the freedom of an adult. No discipline or pressure to do well in school. I was friendly with my teachers and worked in the cafeteria at school. I received very high grades in English and even tutored ESL students in Shakespeare. English wasn’t their first language so Shakespeare seemed impossible to them but I would act out all the roles for them until they understood and at least brought their grades up from failing to passing.

In my final year, grade 12, I hated going to school. I had no friends my age in the school I went to. I still partied a lot but I also had two other part time jobs outside of my cafeteria job. I worked at a coffee shop and at a fancy ladies shop in the most posh hotel in town. I missed a lot of classes for work and at the end of the year found myself dangerously close to not graduating. It was all reliant on one class: computer science. I had failed everything in that class all year. I had been attracted to the teacher from that class and had had an awkward experience with him months earlier. He had been tutoring me in math and I started sweating so much I was leaving wet finger marks on the paper. The sweat was just pouring off of me. I thought it was because of hormones…I’m not sure what he thought but he gave me one of his clean t-shirts to wear instead of my knit sweater. It was thrilling wearing his shirt. It felt naughty. That night I became very ill and realized I had been sweating because I had a fever! After a couple of days home sick I returned his t-shirt, clean & folded.

The night before the exam I was at the bar with my girlfriend. There was no point in studying, I was going to fail and probably go to summer school. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my last name in my ear followed by “studying hard for that exam tomorrow I see!”. I turned to see that teacher smiling as he walked away. I nearly threw up. My heart was pounding. I was drinking underage in a bar and I had screwed up. I went after him, found him and offered to buy him a drink (cheeky, hm?). He put his arm around me and said to his friend: “This is my favorite student.” I was shocked as I figured he thought I was a stupid dork. I then explained that there was no point in me studying as we both knew I didn’t have a hope of passing the exam…and it would mean summer school for me. He then advised me to write the exam as if I knew every answer. To hold my head up and look confident. He didn’t need anybody asking him any questions when I passed.

I learned a valuable lesson that night.

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