I could not have been happier when I hit the age where it became vaguely acceptable for people to have sex. I mean, sure, it wasn't what they wanted, but at least I could be slutty rather than scandalous. I'd like to say that it made a difference when statutory rape was no longer an issue, but I'd be lying. I had plenty of guys statutorally rape me, I'm afraid, and that's neither to say that I was a victim in any of them or that I approve of statutory rape as a thing people do. But I've been on both sides of it I'm afraid, and it hasn't stopped me, in the same way that I'm sure it doesn't stop a lot of people from having sex between age boundaries that are, I'm afraid, rather arbitrary. Rape is rape, statutory or not.
Anyway, that got heavy and that's not where I was going with it. I was just pleased to be an age where, if someone caught me fucking a peer, they might stop us but they wouldn't call Child Protective Services, and also where the dangers of being caught weren't sufficient deterrent to others' sex drives. Mine was raring to go, thank you.
Before that, though, I wasn't spoiled for partners. I've told a few stories about it before. After I lost my virginity, it was quite a while before I had my first encounter outside the family. I was young. Most people weren't interested, and those who were were pervy or shy. Or both, I suppose.
But eventually I did get to have some fun with various people, some of them pervy, some of them shy, some of them both, some of them neither. I'd love to say that the neither was the majority. It may be true. I didn't really keep track. There's a level of perviness I'm not into, but that bar was way lower when I was younger because I was more desperate, I guess. Or maybe I've just gotten pervier in my own way.
Let's just say, though, that as I approached the nexus of no longer being young enough for people to care overly, I was not the kid you wanted your child to play with after school. Penetrative sex was still fairly rare, but I gave plenty of blowjobs. I let quite a few "friends" watch me masturbate, usually while they were masturbating too.
It was pretty coeducational too. The boys usually wanted blowjobs once they knew that was on the table, but I did a bit of shared masturbation with some girls as well. Sometimes it started as a game or a dare, and sometimes it started as us talking and her wanting pointers. Those were the best because frequently watching pointers just aren't enough when you're trying to teach someone to spank it, so then I could offer to show her more manually, shall we say? I remember a few times where that was fine but nothing else happened. I didn't really mind; getting to touch, including giving one or two first orgasms, maybe sneaking a few touches elsewhere, that's fun.
It was the times when things got more heated that I remember more vividly (you can perhaps guess why), although I remember particularly wanking a very much more popular girl than myself so hard that she screamed and her parents came in worried something had happened. We didn't get caught; we were still in school uniforms and I guess they didn't notice that her blouse was almost completely open and the whole room stank of pussy. Or maybe they did and used it as masturbatory fodder for themselves. A gal can dream. Although I suppose you could call that "heated." She never said anything about it afterward, either scared by almost being caught or unable to deal with it. Or maybe she got hers and learned how to give herself bowel-loosening orgasms and didn't need me any more.
But I remember the times when I got to convince my lab partner that tongues felt so much better than fingers. Or when I broke that virgin's hymen without either of us realizing it and got blood all over her bedspread, which made her, the next day, say, "Well, my parents already think I'm a slut, so what else can we do?" She was fun. Definitely an object lesson in parenting, because after they basically told her she was a slut, she became a huge slut. She was a virgin before, totally pure, and after that, she went hard. I'll have to tell her story some time.
Funnily enough, I also got action from that old cliche that boys think about slumber parties: we're all half-naked, talking about sex, and practicing kissing. This is not true of all girls' slumber parties at all. But the few times that it was true, I made sure that kissing was just the beginning. I remember I had two friends over for a slumber party, and about ten minutes after we started sitting around talking about sex (which wasn't too far into the party either; I had a one-track mind) I had them naked and giggling as we all three rubbed our clits.
I also remember the times when I was able to get a guy my age to commit to something more than him getting off in my mouth. One thing I sometimes miss is the spontaneity. Sure, sometimes you'd have to blow a guy a few times, maybe go on a cute little date or something, before you could broach the possibility of sex. Yes, boys are always thinking about it and wanting it, but at a certain age, they're not going to jump you the moment you show up and show interest. Which is, I suppose, a good thing.
But sometimes, in a minor miracle, I'd either meet a guy my age who was experienced enough to want more, or I'd get one who was DTF with no experience at all. A few guys would have had hand jobs and blowjobs in the past and, if I mentioned that I was open to trying something else, they would go for it. Until a certain age, all I got were virgins in my peer group, but eventually I started running into a boy here or there who had done it before. I remember one guy who was almost as old a hand at it as I was, but with an extremely narrow portfolio. He'd lost his virginity to an older girl next door (really, that's a good way to lose it if it's consensual and fun) and they'd kept fucking until she decided he was too young for her. Then he found me, and as soon as I put my hand on his cock, he practically tore my clothes off. And he ended up being up for four times in one evening. Young stamina.
Anyway, spontaneity happened because my prospective paramour and I would be in the parking lot fooling around and before you know it we were behind a tree, dangerously exposed to anyone coming from the subdivision, my skirt hiked up, panties down, and him ramming me up against the tree. Or in a movie. Or very quietly upstairs while his mom cooked us dinner. Or many times in various parts of the school. A couple of times in church.
I shouldn't view it with rose-colored glasses though; most of my sex before a certain age was had in my room because it was the only place we could go that wasn't dangerous. I think it used to make Mike a little jealous, back when the only people he'd fucked were family. It's got to be harder on boys at that age, because let's face it, I'm pretty rare too, and most girls aren't putting-out-machines.
I no longer have to explain to my "dates" that my parents don't care, I can do whatever I want, which is nice. That explanation usually had to be delivered while getting to business because if I had to say it too early, they wouldn't be distracted enough and would keep asking follow-up questions. I told a few boys that they just wanted me to be safe. I told a few that they couldn't hear us. I told one or two to stop asking questions and get naked, or didn't they want to fuck?
Anyway, not sure how I end this. Just a series of recollections.
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