Sadie flashed her hazel eyes at every boy that walked by in the hopes of snagging one that would love her.
She used to like to jog and that kept her frame petite and slender with muscular, curvy thighs and hips.
Sadie found herself her first beau and he was pretty hot. But, he was the kind of boy that had parents. His dad owned some golf club company. He knew how to play golf, too. Just like his wealthy father. He was the kind of boy that drove a new car without ever having a payment to make. He had come back from Michigan State on a football scholarship that didn't work out and he couldn't understand why she didn't have any nice clothes. He still thought she was hot anyway.
She wanted that rich boy so bad that she decided to give him her virginity. She just wanted to get rid of it anyway. It may as well have been to that boy with the nice house, car and expensive clothes rather than some poor guy. She already knew about being poor. When she pulled down his zipper, she could smell his expensive cologne waft in her face. That was nice. Who knew guys sprayed their crotches with cologne? And at his age? Only a rich kid would do that.
"My mom will be back in a couple hours. You want to go in my room and do it now?" Sadie didn't answer. She just followed him and undressed. He had a condom and Sadie guessed that his mom had given it to him. He probably even told his mother to go out for a while so he could have the house empty for the occasion. She was a "cool" mom.
They rolled around in his bed for a while doing not much of anything and when it was done, Sadie stayed on the bed naked looking at him. It hurt, but, it was intimacy that she never experienced before and that was enough to put a smile on her face.
"Um... we don't lay around our house naked. You should probably get dressed before my mother comes home." Again Sadie didn't answer him. She just sat up and began to dress.
"You don't have a lot of clothes, do you? Look in my closet." He pointed to a shelf above his rack of shirts and pants and she could see stacks of expensive sweaters. Probably thirty. All of the slacks below the shelf were dressy and from Bullock's department store.
She felt humiliated for a second time that night. First, he had nonchalantly taken her virginity, the one that she thought was not worth keeping, and now he had just rubbed her poor background in her face.
Something caught her attention, though. There was blood between her thighs.
"Look. There's blood," she spread her legs just a little so he could see.
"No, that's not blood. You're fine. I'll take you home now. 'kay?" He was dressed with his keys in his hand in no time. And again, Sadie said nothing.
That boy didn't stick around long. Sadie moved to a seedy part of town, it was all she could afford, and he didn't want to drive over there to see her anymore. She had a few cute guys take her out here and there after that, but she didn't give herself to anybody again for a long, long time.
She worked two jobs and her baby face lost some of it's roundness. Her hotness cooled. Long hours and desolation from affection had hardened into chunks of ice around her. No one could find her in there. After a while she got used to working so hard just to put a roof over her head and she did okay.
To her credit, and no one else's, she never went hungry. Not once. That was a blessing, because it could have been much different for her. She could have easily slipped onto the streets and made a living out there. No one needs to eat if you're out there selling yourself to get by. Drugs or alcohol take the place of food for those poor souls.
Sadie stuck with her dead end jobs and quietly worked while other girls, some of them her friends, would go out and have fun. And her hotness cooled a bit more as the years drudged on.
She was still young, just not really young anymore and she looked older in her eyes. Her face and body could still look like her true age, twenty-two. But, in her eyes she looked decades older. That comes from having a string of disappointments early on in your life. You can't look at the world like a sweet young thing when you've been through so much so soon.
She cooled.
She lived in a permanent state of winter.
Her jobs and crappy apartment were all she could get for herself and that wasn't much to other people. To her, it was the best she could do. She tried her hand at community college. But, two jobs and school don't really mix well when you're a young kid on your own. She passed out flat on the floor in the back of her art class one night trying to getting over the stomach flu.
As a grown up, so much of life has to do with money. It was too hard and she dropped out. When it means that you have to choose between paying your rent or buying books, it's a natural choice to make. School was another disappointed she just wanted to forget about.
So, she worked.
Part 02 When she was twenty-five she felt like time was running out for her. She had to do something with her life.
She still worked the same dead end job at the department store. Though, now she'd gotten a lousy promotion that afforded her enough cash to quit her other miserable job. This gave her a few extra hours to rest and think about herself. She decided it was time to make a change. If she was ever going to go for it, it had to be now. But, she didn't really know where to start.
One of the girls she worked with wanted to join a gym together and Sadie jumped at the chance. If nothing else, she would get her body back. She hadn't jogged in five or six years and wanted to feel the freedom running gave her before-- like you're flying with no cares in the world. She worked out every chance she got and soon her butt was toned, and yes, heart-shaped. Her stomach was flat as a board and her medium sized breasts were the star attractions on her chest. No flab or tummy bulge to take attention away from her perky breasts. She was a perfect, yet slightly athletic, hourglass.
The men she worked with and worked-out with noticed right away. Sadie was a bit rusty at this and she hadn't really noticed the stares from her co-workers.
"You know, Robert was behind you and he had his eyes glued to your ass!" said one girl.
"What? No...really?" Sadie was actually surprised.
She had gotten used to being luke warm or even cold as a defense from anyone that might want to hurt her. Now, with all the work she'd done on her body, her engine seemed to sputter back to life. Her sex drive came back and she started imagining which other guys might be looking at her and what they might be thinking about doing to her. It showed in her strut. She felt good about herself.
Maybe for the first time in her hard life. The first time she felt hot about herself, she was too young to realize just how beautiful she was. With a little bit of age on her, she now saw that she was smoking hot and beautiful.
