Danielle got up off of the play structure where she'd been lying on her belly recounting the tale. She rolled onto her back and stretched, looking up at Daniel with alluring eyes.

"All this talk is making me kinda horny," she said. "I hope it's not bothering you."

"I'll be alright," Daniel said. "You sure can tell a story though, girl."

He tugged at his collar a bit, releasing some imaginary steam, and she grinned at him.

"I do, don't I? I guess that's what happens when you read a lot of dirty stories. Are you ready for more?"

Daniel nodded, swallowing nervously. His cock was tenting in his cassock and no amount of shifting would restrain it. He simply leaned back against the wooden post and put his feet up on the back of the structure wall. Her head was near his lap now though, distractingly near. She glanced over at his cock and raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'll move," she said. "Sorry."

She got up and sat opposite him against the wall.

"Well, that's three," Daniel said. "Seventeen more to go."

"You must think I'm totally disgusting," Danielle said, her blonde hair fluttering in the night time breeze. "I'm so embarrassed by all this."

"You're just telling me the truth, Danielle. That's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Well there's a lot more. I haven't even gotten to my first real sex yet. Then there's my first threesome, the first time I did anal, the first time I slept with an adult. God, I'm such a whore, now that I think about it."

She laughed though, evidently not really as ashamed as she claimed to be.

"I also fucked a guy on camera. I had sex with a guy I didn't even know, just because he was hot-looking. Man, this is gonna take all night. I really should get home."

"It must be after one by now. You're parents are probably worried."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time I was out late. Fuck it. I gotta get this off my chest while I can. Thanks so much for listening, Daniel."

"No problem," he said, and settled in for another sexy story.

Danielle looked off into the distance, remembering, and then she continued.

"After things ended with Paul, I was crushed for the longest time, sitting alone in my room day after day, wondering how he could completely ignore me after swearing up and down that he loved me, when he had his cock in my mouth. I was naive, as I said, and was still fairly innocent of the lies men tell to get what they want.

Nothing I did worked with Paul though. I offered to give him head again, almost begging him to let me do it, but he just ignored me, saying, 'I gotta go. Sorry.' I even broke down bawling like a baby in front of him in the park here one day, but he just shook his head and walked away.

I later found out that that girl who'd caught us wasn't his sister after all. She was his girlfriend, or a friend of his girlfriend or something like that. Anyway, he had been cheating on her with me the whole time, basically using me for the sex he couldn't get from her. I'd had no idea. I genuinely thought he loved me but was just keeping it a secret, like Romeo and Juliet or something.

I eventually gave up on Paul and tried my luck with Jared again. Jared let me give him head exactly twice, and then he called me, and I quote, a cock-sucking whore with come breath and battered knees. Then he never spoke to me again. I was crushed all over again. I'd tried my best to please both these guys and gotten shit shovelled back in my face. I'd never done anything wrong to either of them. I did nothing but try to please them, and I was getting treated like trash. The phrase men are assholes is not just a cliché. It's true, and it was invented for guys like them.

I was fortunate enough to have a good mother growing up though, and their cuts never got to me personally. I never once asked what's wrong with me? I knew that I had done everything right, and that they were just being childish assholes. Knowing this helped me to get over it quickly, and I was ready when the next guy came along -- Dwayne.

I met Dwayne at a bus stop, when I was almost fourteen. My first periods were coming regularly by then and I was on my way to the drug store to get some pads for myself. My mom insisted I go on my own, telling me I'd have to get used to it eventually. My next period was due and she practically kicked me out the door with the money.

Dwayne was at the bus stop on my way home. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He asked me about my shirt and I told him where I got it. Simple enough, but the conversation went from there. He was fifteen. I lied and told him I was fourteen (close enough, anyway). He asked where I lived and I told him -- the street anyway. Then he did something very bold. He asked for my phone number. I swooned inwardly dancing with glee inside my mind and I carefully gave him my seven digits which he wrote on his hand.

He called me when I got home and we talked for hours. By the time that first phone call was over I thought I was in love again. I was a silly little girl, I know, but anyone who paid attention to me was potentially a life-long partner.

So we spent the next few weeks talking on the phone until finally we agreed to meet at the park on my street. He had to take a bus there, but he met me surely enough. We stayed there all night until the sun went down, just fooling around on the swings and slide here, and talking about everything. Finally he told me he loved me.

'For real?' I said, totally dying inside.

'Yeah, ' he said. 'You're so beautiful, Danielle!'

I only had a few minutes to enjoy the bliss when all of the sudden he noticed some graffiti on the play structure... this one right here: "For a good blowjob call Danielle Stevens. Great head for free. She swallows too!"

I just about screamed! Oh my God! One of those bastards had written my name up there! I had no idea who but I was horrified. Dwayne asked if it was talking about me, and I of course denied it with all my might. He could tell by how mad I was that it was talking about me though.

'Why would someone write that about you?' he asked me.

'Cause they're assholes who can't keep their big mouths shut!' I said bitterly.

'You mean it really happened!?' he said.

'What!? No! Nothing happened!' I tried to lie.

'Well you're talking like it did happen, and it went badly, and now you're mad about it.'

'I'm just mad 'cause they wrote that about me! I never swallowed anything... much... '

Oops! Dwayne looked at me in shock, and then a grin spread across his face.

It was too late. I'd already hung myself.

I jumped off the play structure and hid underneath, trying to bury my shame, unable to face him. He of course followed me down there and tried to hug me.

'Listen, don't worry about it. These guys are just jerks. They didn't even deserve a girl as beautiful as you.'

I looked at him hungrily, wanting to believe him with all my heart.

'You mean it?' I asked.

And he said, 'Of course, Danny. I love you.'

'I love you too, Dwayne.' I replied.

Well that was it for us. We were soon kissing up a storm down there, and though he knew I'd already given guys head and swallowed a few loads, Dwayne didn't seem put off at all. He kissed me ravenously. We kissed with open mouths and got hotter and hotter by the minute. And when I say hot, I mean it. My little pussy began to pulsate with this swirling heat and wetness. I felt all puffy and swollen down there, but it was wonderful. My hands began to wander over his body and suddenly, without even thinking about it my hand was on his cock. I guess it was out of habit, but I found myself stroking him through his pants without even realizing it as I lost myself in his kiss.

'Oh, wow! That feels good, ' he said. That's when I realized what I was doing. I yanked my hand away, embarrassed, but he begged me not to stop. I began to detect a pattern in guys, even at that young age. Once you got started with them, they never wanted you to stop until they were finished, no matter how noble they seemed moments before. I continued stroking his bulge and he put his hands on my chest. I was in heaven once again.

'Here, ' I said, 'just let me... '

The next thing I knew I had his cock out and was stroking it in my hot little hands with more expertise than I should have had. Dwayne had no complaints though. He could barely even speak.

'Oh, God, Danny!' was all he could say.

'That feels nice?' I asked him, trying to play innocent. I knew damn well how nice it felt, having done it dozens of times already. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted his love spurting all over me. I missed making a guy come.

He just nodded so I kept going. After a while though, it wasn't enough for my corrupt little brain. I wanted to get even naughtier with him.

'Dwayne?' I said. 'If I ask you something will you promise not to freak out... in a bad way?'

'Go ahead, ' he answered.

'I just wanted to say, I really, really love you, a lot. And I'm not just saying that cause we're kissing and everything. I really love you, and when I love a guy, I feel real nice all over and I want to do stuff with him... Real nice stuff, you know? I guess what I want to ask is, do you want me to go down there? Cause I really want to.'

It was a stupid question on so many levels, but I honestly couldn't think of anything I'd rather do for the boy who said he loved me.

'What do you mean?' he asked.

'I mean, with my mouth. Do you want to feel my mouth on you... down there?'

'You really want to?' he said, as though I had two heads or something. 'Are you serious!?'

I nodded, licking my lips and leaning forward.

'I really, really want to, ' I said.

He didn't say a word. I took that as a yes.

The sun was down. It was dark and quiet in the park, and I bent down and started licking him all over, wetting his shaft with my saliva from top to bottom. He stammered and sighed and let me do it, apparently unable to say anything more than single syllables. Finally I took his cock in my mouth and slid myself down on it, massaging it with my sweetly wiggling tongue, just the way Paul had liked. It had been a few months since I'd done it, but it all came back to me instantly. Dwayne was absolutely overwhelmed, and I couldn't have been more pleased with myself. I gave it to him, down there in the dirt and sand and he hugged my head with love. My mouth went up and down on him and my tongue massaged him. I was panting through my nose, excited by his reactions and impatient to feel his load flooding my mouth. I sped up, faster and faster, feeling him throbbing and preparing for the shot. He tensed up and held his breath all the sudden, and then he was coming in my mouth. I squealed happily as it came. I took it all, letting him fill me up as I slowly massaged his orgasm to a happy finish. Then I simply swallowed it down, exactly as the graffiti had predicted I would. He was only the third guy I ever swallowed for, and already I was feeling a familiar happiness from it. A deep, complete, fulfilled happiness. I'd given him pleasure and he'd filled me with the proof of it, which I took in and made part of me. To hell with what Jared and Paul thought. Dwayne was different.

We kissed and cuddled a bit more, and he told me he would love me forever. Then he got me to do it again and I eagerly submitted, swallowing his load down once again, proud and happy, feeling like a real woman again for the first time in a long time. Then he walked me home.

After that the door was open. We did nothing but pleasure each other for the rest of our relationship. That's all it was, just a four-month long exploration of sex and pleasure. We did everything for each other, everything our hands and mouths would allow that is. For the first while, it was me going down on him every chance I could. Without him even asking, I would pull him into a bedroom, or a closet, or a bathroom, or anywhere away from snooping eyes, and I'd be going down on him as though I were a baby who needed to be fed. He would deliver his spunk happily into my gulping mouth and I would smack my lips in gratitude and zip up his fly. He was the happiest son-of-a-bitch on earth for a while there. He used to kiss me when it was over too, thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth as though trying to taste his own come. I didn't know what to make of that, but I sure loved being kissed, especially the urgent, gratified, desperate kiss of a man who's just had a brain-melting orgasm in his girlfriend's hot little mouth. I used to try and get him to shoot it in my face, or all over my tits, but he considered that a waste and insisted that I swallow it every time. I didn't argue. I love swallowing.

He eventually started going down on me too. He wasn't very good at it, or very eager, but he did get me hot and horny with his lips and tongue on my clit. I never came from it, but it sure felt good while it lasted.

Then one day we were messing around in my bedroom after school, before my parents got home, and he tried to fuck me. He had just finished going down on me -- well not finished, but he was done as far as he was concerned -- and he sat up and began stroking his cock across my privates.

'What are you doing?' I asked, suddenly a scared little virgin all over again.

'We should try it, Danny. We've done everything else.' That was the best argument he could come up with to talk me into the most important step of my young life.

'No, ' I said, remembering the pain Jared had caused me all those months ago in the garage.

'Why not?' he asked, and without permission he pressed his cock against my cherry, trying to get into tight little virgin box. I flinched and shut my thighs against him.

'Don't, Dwayne. That hurts!' I told him, but he pushed again, trying to force my thighs apart.

'Come, on, Danny. Just let me get it in, just once. I'll be careful, okay?'

Should I? I thought. It had to happen some time. Why not with the boy I loved?

I relaxed a bit, hesitantly, but definitely relaxing. He took this as permission and jammed himself forward into me. I tensed all over, feeling my cherry tear a bit. It tore, but because of my instantaneous reaction against him, it didn't break.

'Ah, fuck!' I said, loud enough for the neighbours to here.

'It's almost in! Just let me-' he stammered, pulling my hands away from his body and holding them down on the bed.

'What the fuck, Dwayne! Stop it!' I said. He was almost trying to rape me. His cock head was in me, stretching my cherry across its face, just about breaking it. One more good hard thrust and it would all be over. He'd be inside me, then he'd be fucking me, and I didn't know how I'd feel then. Shattered. Devastated. Violated. I fought him back with all my might and he slipped out again.

He wrestled my thighs open again and shoved me back on the bed, hard enough to scare me. Then he was pressing his cock into my cherry again. I shoved at him and he shoved me back.

'Come on!' he said. 'It's almost in!'

I brought a knee up and connected with his balls. Not hard enough to injure him, but he definitely felt it. He jumped back and stood above me. I tensed up, wondering what he would do next.

'What the fuck, Dwayne!?' I said coldly. 'I said fucking no!' I was furious now.

'I thought you wanted it!' he said. 'You were spreading for me for a moment there.'

He went to lie down beside me again, but I pushed him off the bed and rolled over, pulling my panties back up and getting my pants on.

'I do want it, but not like that. Not rough and impatient like that. Not like I'm just a piece of meat you're gonna stick your cock into. There's no love in that kind of sex. I thought you loved me.'

'And I thought you were hot and sexy and willing to do anything for me, ' he answered.

'I am, ' I said. 'But I'm not gonna be just a fucking piece of meat for you. I've been there before, thank you very much.'

I'm not sure where that came from but that's what I told him. He apologized, got his pants on and left.

He didn't come back again. It was another tough lesson I had to learn. All girls learn it at some point, I guess. Boys will lose interest if you don't give them what they want when they want it, especially when they think they can get it elsewhere. Often they can. Dwayne was dating a new girl within two weeks of breaking up with me. All his vows of love went out the window like they'd never even happened, like I hadn't let him use me like a blowjob slave for the past four months. I tried to get him back for a while, not knowing what else to do. After about a week with this new girl, he told me to fuck off and quit calling him, so I did, and after a few hours of crying my eyes out, I swallowed the bitter lesson and forgot all about him.

I was so glad I never let him fuck me.

I was hurt though, and in my warped thirteen-year-old-girl logic I decided that the next boy who showed interest in me, who treated me right and loved me, would claim my cherry for his own, no matter how it hurt.

A few guys did come along who showed interest -- they all showed interested in fact; I am a very beautiful girl and I was growing hotter by the month -- but not all of them treated me right, or loved me. There was Sean, Mark, and then Kyle, all three of which I gave some very excellent head to over the course of our short little flings. I was getting better and better at it too, becoming better at controlling the guy's pleasure and timing his orgasm, and the guys were more than happy to give me practice at it. Two of them, Mark and Kyle, I was seeing at the same time. They didn't know about each other, and both tried their hardest to fuck me. I never submitted; I was only thirteen. I honestly did love them both though, and for a while I was trying to decide which one I loved more so I could give away my virginity to him, but I couldn't make up my mind. They were both equally hot and sexy and affectionate guys. Then they found out about each other, and dumped me on my ass after beating the shit out of each other outside that store where we met. So much for them.

Being a beautiful and sexually adventurous young girl, I wasn't alone for long. Guys were already stepping up to take their places within days. Some of them I was interested in, some I wasn't. I picked the hottest, nicest guys each time and had short little flings that didn't amount to much more than a hand job or two, or a blowjob, if the guy was really lucky.

So let's see... Jared, Paul, Dwayne, Sean, Mark, Kyle, Jeff, who I only hooked up with cause my girlfriend wanted to hook up with his friend, and Manny, who had the biggest dick I'd ever seen so far. He was eighteen. I could barely get my mouth around it. He quit calling me though, because I wouldn't fuck him. And then Justin. Oh God, Justin, so hot I almost fucked him the first night I was with him. Cherry be damned! He made me melt inside, like ten-thousand chick flicks all at once. Somehow I kept my head on straight though, long enough to figure out that he had a girlfriend already and just wanted a quick fling with me. No thanks. I let go of his cock, his beautiful fuckin' eight-inch magic wand. I put my shirt back on and got out of his car in the middle of nowhere. I walked home from ten miles away, but I still had some dignity.

I had less and less trouble hooking up with guys after every failure, but it was harder to find a decent guy who wasn't immediately hitting on me for sex. You see, unfortunately I was getting a bit of a reputation around the neighbourhood and the school. The guys I'd been with began talking about me, about how I would suck any guy's cock at the drop of a hat and swallow everything. It wasn't true, but that made no difference to the gossipy little punks at school. Well it was somewhat true in that I would go down on a guy very easily, once I got to know him and like him a bit, but I wasn't going around blowing every guy I met like they said I was.

Anyway. The next guy: number ten. Jimmy Hustman. Mr. Blue Eyes. Mr. Charmer. Mr. Dick-bends-slightly-to-the-left. I met Jimmy at a friend's school dance on the other side of town and I practically threw myself at him the moment he smiled at me. I was feeling very low and down on myself, and I wound up down on him instead.

We talked for about half and hour, but never really got more than each other's first names, and the names a few of our friends who might know each other. I was really hot for him though, and started flirting with him majorly. We danced a slow dance and I started sucking on his earlobe, real suggestive like, like I wanted something more in my mouth, if he would only make a move.

'Do you wanna go outside?' he said, after the song was finished.

I just nodded and let him lead me out to the back of the school. We wandered out to the football field and stood there kissing hot and heavy for about ten more minutes. I grabbed his dick as I usually do and started stroking it, so he led me over to the bleachers beside the field and we sat down in a semi-secluded place. I was grabbing his dick. That means sex. That means get somewhere dark immediately, before she changes her mind.

Without being asked, I slid his pants down and took him in my mouth. He giggled happily and let me. It made me feel better, having a cock in my mouth, and I didn't even care that I was sucking him off the same night I met him, maybe even the same hour, I don't remember. Close enough though. I bobbed and licked and suckled and pumped him, not even worried about his pleasure this time. I was just doing it because I wanted to, for me. I wanted some come, and he was more than happy to offer.

'Ah God, Debbie! I'm gonna-'

I sped up a bit, trying to remember if he'd said Debbie, or Danny. I'm pretty sure he said Debbie, but before I had time to worry about it he was coming. Mission accomplished! He pumped out his goo into my mouth with a crazy little laugh and stroked my hair as I massaged him happily to a gooey wet finish in my swirling wet mouth, bobbing up and down as his cream flooded up into my mouth. His cock throbbed, and twitched and his hands were trembling. I released him and showed him the mess he'd made in my mouth. Then I swallowed and wiggled my empty tongue at him.

'All gone, ' I said. 'Yummy.'

This was the significance of the fling with Jimmy Hustman -- it was the first time I ever seriously considered myself a slut.

'I'm now officially a dirty little slut, ' I decided in my mind. 'Look at him. This guy can see it all over me. I can see it all over me! Danielle Stevens is a fucking slut! For a good blowjob, call Danielle. She swallows, even for guys who don't even remember her fucking name.'

All these thoughts were spinning through my head in a crazy random way, but for some strange reason, I didn't care. I was numb inside. I'd enjoyed giving him head, just for the sake of it, and that's all that mattered. I enjoyed being whorish with him, showing him his own come in my mouth before swallowing it down. I enjoyed the look on his face as he stared at me with his dizzy blue eyes. I didn't even pretend I was in love with him, or ever would be. That's what made me feel like a slut — the fact that I did it without the slightest notion of love for him. I just gave him head because I felt like having his cock in my mouth. I'd swallowed his sweet little load, just because I wanted to, and it was yummy. It really was.

'So you wanna take off and go fuck somewhere?' he said rather bluntly. My face flushed hot, and my guts burned. He wasn't even trying to be charming about it anymore. What did I expect though? I'd just swallowed his fucking come an hour after meeting him.

'I can't. I better get back inside before my ride leaves.'

'Give me your phone number, then, ' he said. 'We'll hook up sometime.'

'You're not gonna call me, ' I told him. 'It's okay, though. I just wanted to have some fun with you anyway.'

'Sure I will, ' he lied, putting his dick back in his pants. 'It was fun. We should do it again sometime, maybe more next time.'

'Maybe, ' I said. I scribbled down my number and handed it to him.

'I'll call you, ' he said back, and headed back into the school.

But he never did."

Danielle trailed off, staring up at the sky with a troubling daydream in her eyes. Daniel patted her hand.

"Oh, yeah. Anyway, after Jimmy Lustman was this guy named Trevor."

"Number eleven," Daniel added.

"Yes, number eleven, and I still hadn't fucked anyone yet."

"I'm sure you're getting to it."

"Soon."

Suddenly she turned around and laid back against him, shivering a bit and snuggling into him for warmth. Daniel took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"Is this okay?" she asked him.

"I'll let you know if it isn't," he replied. "Go ahead. Continue."

Danielle nestled into him, soft and warm and laid her head back on his shoulder. He could smell her hair beside his chin. Her elbow was in his tummy, a few hairs above his erection. He took a deep breath and tried shifting again.

"I turned fourteen a week later and was single at my birthday party. We played spin the bottle and the bottle landed on this guy named Trevor. We kissed hard and heavy. He actually made me hot; he was such a good kisser. So after the game was over, I whispered at him to meet me in the laundry room in the basement in five minutes. (There were already two kids making out in my bedroom.) He met me down there and we kissed some more.

'So why did you want me to meet you down here?' he asks me.

'So we could be alone together, ' I said. Dumb question. Of course he wasn't very bright to begin with, just cool and popular, with a very fine ass.

'Cool!' he replied, and then we kissed some more. He started feeling me up and I was getting hotter and hotter every moment. He was all over me and I felt like I was floating a bit. I'm not sure why. He wasn't doing anything particularly special to me but for some reason I was humming all over for it. Pent-up lust, I guess. My body's weird that way.

'I hear you give really good head, ' he says to me.

'Is that what they're saying?' I replied.

'That's what I heard, ' he says.

'You wanna find out?' I say, and he of course nods his head eagerly.

'I never got a blowjob before, ' he says. 'A girl kissed my cock one time, but that's it.'

'Ah, you poor thing. I'll fix that for you right now.'

I honestly did pity him too. He gave me these puppy dog eyes that just melted me, and when he kissed me again that clinched it. I dropped down to my knees and was giving him head before he even knew what hit him. It was crazy too. My mom would be back any minute. The house was full of gossipy teens, and there wasn't even a lock on the door. But there I was stroking and licking Trevor's cock.

'You ready?' I asked him.

He nodded again, and shut his eyes. Then my mouth closed around him and he felt my tongue go to work on him inside my sweetly sucking mouth. I was suddenly surrounding him and sliding up and down on him and he released a laughing sigh that sounded like music to my ears. I just kept right on going, pleasuring him in an almost boastful way as I worked at him with all my skill. He moaned and whispered things at me, about how amazing I was and how good it felt. He lasted about two or three minutes and was spewing in my mouth. I took it, swallowed it, as I was known to do, and stood up on my feet again, dusting off my knees like a prim and proper young lady.

'How was that?' I said.

'That was awesome!' he replied. 'The most amazing thing I ever felt in my life!'

'Thank you, ' I said, and reached down to fondle his cock some more. It was a nice size. Not too big. Not too thick, just completely average. I silently admired it. It had been a nice cock to suck. It seemed to fit my mouth perfectly.

Then the craziest notion took over me and I did something very silly. It occurred to me that it was my birthday and it was the perfect time to lose my virginity once and for all. Here I was with a half-naked guy too, and he had such a fine ass and a nice cock. Now was as good a time as any. I reached down and started stroking him, trying to harden him up again, and then I turned around and leaned over the dryer, pulling my pants down and offering him my naked little ass.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'What do you think, stupid?' I replied. 'Come on and get some. I'm all yours.'

His eyes popped out of his head and stepped up behind me. I felt his cock press into my privates, and I spread my feet on the floor and arched my back to assist him. Now my little hole was lined up perfectly for his forward advance into the death of my virginity.

'Put it in me, ' I said. 'Oh God! Come on!'

He slid himself up between my slippery wet lips and plunged forward, missing the target completely. He stroked and poked and prodded at me with his dick until finally I was embarrassed for him and reached down to help him. To my horror I found his dick completely limp. What the fuck!? I'd never seen a limp dick in all my experience and it was a shock to me. Here I was offering this boy everything, for the first time, and he couldn't even get it up.

I dropped to my knees again and began sucking him off, trying to get him hard again, but after about three minutes with no reaction, he pushed me away and pulled his pants up. I was horrified.

'What's wrong with you?' I asked him.

'Nothing's wrong with me, ' he replied, a little angry now. 'I came, and now I'm finished. There's nothing wrong with that.'

It was wrong though. I wanted more and he couldn't deliver. I was pissed off. I walked out in a huff and went back to the party, all flustered and horny, but bitter at the same time. I scanned the room for other possible devirginizers, but all the decent guys were paired up already. My pussy churned angrily, wanting in the worst way to be filled by a hot thrusting cock.

Trevor was an idiot about everything though and he told everyone at the party that he'd gotten head from me. People started whispering and staring and guys were suddenly rubbing their cocks up against me as they walked by. Normally this would have excited me, but girls were giving me dirty looks because of it — even some of my friends. They kept it up, in spite of my protests, and even outright propositioned me in front of everyone.

'Can I get a blowjob too, Danielle?' this Greg guy said. 'Come on, you did Trevor!'

'Fuck you!' I said. 'Get out of my house.'

'So now you're gonna be picky about it. After blowing every guy in school, you won't do me?'

'Get out!' I screamed.

He didn't leave though, but at least he left me alone. My mom and dad never did come home, apparently choosing to give me some privacy for my big party. By the end of the night I was crying in my bedroom.

That's when this guy named Kenny found me. He'd heard the rumours flying and kicked Trevor's ass right out the door. He beat the living shit out of Greg, and even stood up all solid with a few other guys who were bad-mouthing me. Then he came upstairs and stood by my bed while I cried.

'Greg's gone, ' he said. 'Trevor too. Are you okay?'

'Yeah. Thanks.' I said. 'I feel awful though. I just want to crawl in a hole and die.'

'What those guys said, I don't care if it's true or not, ' he said. 'Nobody deserves to be treated like that, especially not on their birthday.'

Thus I met the sweetest boy ever. Oh my God! My guts tumbled over like a burning car wreck. I smiled broadly, and looked up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and shining eyes. I decided right then and there that this boy, if he wanted it, would have my cherry, and anything else his heart, mind, hands, mouth, or cock desired from me."

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