Diary of a Virgin

    “I'm a virgin, and I want to stay a virgin. But I'd love to learn how to give a blowjob if you're willing to teach me.”
    There, I said it. Too late to back down now, not that I'd want to. The churning in my stomach and the heat between my thighs told me that I was finally moving forward. Taking a step in the direction of sexual maturity.
    By the time I was 20 years old I'd only seen a man's cock once. It was at my high school grad party when we were all drunk on the idea of being adults and going out into the world on our own. Not to mention the beer and Sambucca.
    Bill had whisked me away to a dark room where we got all hot and heavy. He was a very large and attractive junior that had a chance at pro football if he remained injury free for the next few years, and the way he pressed his big body against me that night had made coherent thought almost impossible.
    I let him feel, lick, kiss and nibble at my generous tits while my hands explored his muscled form. When I teasingly ran my hand over his hard-on, he eagerly whipped it out for me.
    It was so large, and hard, yet soft. The skin was hot and I felt this incredible urge to kiss it. I was a good catholic girl, innocent enough to be scared by that urge. Scared that I would end up like most of friends, 17 and pregnant, I pulled my hands back sharply and told him that was enough. He wasn't even my date for the dance and I was behaving like a slut.
    Well, I'm behaving like a slut again.
    Only this time it's deliberate, and I'm enjoying every minute of it. I'm tired of being the good girl, waiting to fall in love. I work in a bar now, serving drinks to all kinds, telling dirty jokes, dancing around and flaunting myself. I like it for the easy money, and for the enjoyment.
    It's a heady feeling when guys sit at the bar just to flirt with me. A part of me wishes that just once someone would ask me out on a date instead of just ‘Come home with me tonight, babe.' But at the same time, a larger part of me is curious as to what I'm missing out on every time I turn one of them down.
    They want to fuck me, I know this. I revel in it. They see me as I want to be - adventurous and daring. Not as I am - sexually innocent, deprived, and insecure about   more >>