It has been several years since I have written about my life. Not that I haven't had some great new experiences to write about – I've just been busy with living life and haven't taken any time to write. Lately I've been wanting to get back into sharing my experiences with our dear readers and my husband is always wanting me to recant past experiences so I decided to begin a series about my adventures throughout the years that have led me to where I am now in my life.
I guess by most standards, many people would call me a slut. I don't worry much with what other people think of me so if that makes them feel better, I really don't care. Maybe I am a slut, but I like to think my self simply as someone who is very comfortable with their sexuality and I am fortunate enough to have a loving husband who encourages me to express my sexuality openly. Trust me, it wasn't always that way. My first husband, the father of my kids, was always controlling and pretty uptight about all things sexual. I have always been a very sexual being, so once our kids were grown, we divorced and I have since moved on.
I want to share with you, dear reader, how I came to be a "sexual being". It's much better these days, but at the time when I grew up, everyone was pretty uptight at things and it was especially taboo for a young girl to open about her desires, so like most girls my age, I kept my desires quiet, for the most part. That's not to say that I was a puritan by any means, I just didn't really know how to deal with my desires and when I did have experiences, I did my best to keep things, as they say today, on the down low.
I think I had a pretty normal childhood, all in all, even though I lost my virginity at a fairly early age. That happened one night at a sleepover at a friend's house one summer when her older male cousin was there for a few weeks. He was 3 years older than me – a jock with a "bad boy" reputation, so when he made advances towards me, I gave in. Up to that point, I had only kissed a few boys, had my breasts felt a couple of time and had only been fingered by one other boy, so it was a typical teenage experience I guess. Nothing to write home about. We had sex 4 times while he was there and it never got much better, but I was infatuated with it anyway considering an older boy was interested in me.
Over the next 3 years, I only sex with two other boys, and they were both my age and had no clue what they were doing, and one older man. My best friend (the same one whose cousin I slept with) worked part time at her mother's hamburger stand and I even got to work there on occasion to make a few extra bucks, but mostly I just hung out there when she had to work. There was this guy – to me he was an old man but I guess at the time he was only in his thirties – who delivered to the drive in. He was flirting with Pam and me and she finally told me once that she had sex with him and he was the best she had ever had. She also told me she thought maybe he and her mother had a thing going on.
So one Saturday morning Pam had to go in early because they needed something delivered for the weekend and Pam's mother had something else to do that day. I had spent the night and Pam's mother dropped up off at the drive in so we would be there to accept the delivery. When he got there and found just the two of us there, he really started flirting with me. Eventually he started making comments about how he would love to show me what a real man was like. Pam kept egging it on – kind of daring me, so when he finally stepped up behind me and grabbed my young breasts, I just let it happen. He was much better than any of the boys I had been with before and certainly much bigger, but that is another story that I will save for another time.
Right now, I just want to talk about what – as I look back on things – was really the first time I ever had what would be called a "passionate" experience. Just after school let out for the summer, my mother encouraged me to start babysitting to earn some spending money. Earlier that year, a young couple named Mark and Corey moved in across the street and a few houses down. They bought the house because the apartment they had been living in was too small for their new family. Their baby was almost two and needed his own room. Well, that summer, I got my first babysitting job with them. Being a young couple in their twenties, they still liked to go out partying on a regular basis, so it became a steady job for me almost every weekend that summer.
Let me describe Mark and Corey. As I said, both in their mid-twenties, Mark was very handsome. He was about 6' tall and probably close to 200 pounds, very stocky built and had those oh so sexy sideburns guys wore back then. I don't remember what he did for a living, but I know it was a good paying job and they could afford to live a good life. Corey had auburn hair, was medium height and weight and had a really nice figure with large, probably D cup breasts. At the time, there was an actress some of you may remember named Mary Kay Place. Corey could have been her sister. She was not some hot knock out, but certainly very attractive. Me, I was stretching it to make it 5' tall and weighed about 100 pounds, blond hair down to the middle of my back. I was a B cup at that time, later grew into a C.
On a few occasions, Corey and I had a few girl-girl conversations. She was really easy to talk to and I really felt like I could tell her anything. She knew I had been with a few boys and had given probably more than my share of blowjobs. I even broke down one time and told her about the older guy I had been with in the back room at Pam's mother's drive-in. She also knew I was pretty frustrated with the young boys that were showing an interest in me and that I craved something better.
When Mark and Corey would go out on a Friday or Saturday night, they would always try to be home by midnight and I would simply walk home, but Corey had told my mom that if for any reason they were home any later than that, they didn't want me walking home (even though it was only 3 houses down) that late at night and that I would just stay on their sofa. My mom was fine with that. So, I had babysat for the them twice that summer and things had gone fine, so they finally felt comfortable going out one Friday night and really tying one on. Corey told me to bring clean underwear and pajamas as I would be staying overnight. I didn't want either of them, but especially Mark, seeing me wearing my little girl pajamas, so I just took one of my step dads old T-shirts that I sometimes slept in. Again, I wasn't even 5' tall at the time, so it came almost to my knees.
Mark and Corey actually made it home a little after midnight, which was earlier than I expected, but they were both so drunk I don't know how they made it home. They were practically carrying each other through the door. Corey looked sexy as hell and Mark just had a debonair glow about him that looked so manly and confident.