November 10 - Dear Diary. I saw the hottest guy in school today. He's the singer for this new band. He's so cool. He's got tattoos and his nose and tongue are pierced and the way he shakes his ass when he's singing. I would love to meet him.
November 15 - Dear Diary. I got to talk to him!!! His name is Ricky he's new to West High his band plays weekends at the Three Rivers Teen Club!! And I saw he got a big bulge in his jeans when he talked to me. He held my hands when we talked, and I got so wet. I'm getting wet now, thinking about it. Good night, Diary, I need to take care of myself (wink wink)
November 16 - Dear Diary. I helped my mom clean the garage and she's going to let me go with Staci and Tonya to Three Rivers tomorrow! I am going to drap Ricky off the stage and rape him in the parking lot! He's so hot. He smiled at me in the hall today and I got so excited! Mom's taking me to the mall tomorrow to get clothes. I have to go. Bye
My step-daughter's diary ended there. The kid was eighteen and she still wrote in her diary like a twelve year old. Maybe, I thought, all woman are like that. Certainly many women act like it. She was at the mall now, actually the big factory outlet complex that was an hour's drive away.
I sat at my computer, pondering what I'd just read. I routinely read her diary, even Dr. Laura says this is a great help in keeping track of what your kids are doing. It certainly helped me steer her away from drugs and onto safer paths. I not only knew when her cherry was popped but what a jerk the guy was after, which helped all of us deal with the depression when he snubbed her. She's on the pill now, and she always makes the guy use a condom, besides. She doesn't know I know, but she finds my advice timely. Her first blowjob was a disappointment, the stupid guy complained not only to her about it, but to his friends. What an idiot. A smart boy would have lied that it was great and given her a second chance. Seems like all the boys her age didn't know what they were doing. She does like kissing girls, I found out, and she likes tits as much as I do, but she hasn't munched a carpet yet. Perhaps in time.
There was a thump on the patio door behind me. I looked around, panicked, trying to find a place to hide the diary, and realizing that if Judy was at the door I didn't have a chance in hell of putting away before she noticed it was missing. I stuffed it under some papers just as the glass door slid open.
It didn't help my panicked condition to see a the face of a brunette girl I didn't recognize peer around the corner. Who's this? Before I could ask, she stepped fully into the room, her large breasts barely restrained in their bikini top and her flat stomach leading my eyes naturally to the V of her bikini bottom. My eyes went irresistably back to her breasts, where her nipples were trying to thrust through thin material. The girl, whoever she was, was clearly a full blooded latina, and I lusted after her young body insanely. My mouth fell open but before I could make a noise, my gaze was torn from this vision of heaven by the girl that followed her, a somewhat smaller dirty blond clad only in a white bikini. I gazed helplessly back and forth at these two sudden visions of lust.
"Hi! Is Judy home?" The Mexican asked as she bounded into the room.
"Uh..uh..." I swallowed. "Who are you?"
"Oh! I'm Christy, and this is Erika. We just thought we'd stop over and see if Judy was home."
"I love the way you're dressed." I told them stupidly. My wits had left and weren't coming back until it was safe, it seemed. My mouth was running on autopilot.
"We were at the beach," Erika put in.
"We haven't seen Judy in years and wanted to say 'Hi'", Christy supplied.
