Subject: How To Be Popular in High School
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Diary Date: May 15, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Anyone can be popular if you’re the head cheerleader and have a killer
body. So much for less than one percent of the female population - what
about the rest of us? If there’s anything that causes a teenage girl
angst, it’s feeling like you’re not “popular”. Well, that was me until
Steve became my first boyfriend and I gave him my virginity. I had such
a crush on him that I never had sex with anyone else until he suddenly
moved away. After he was gone I started having fun with other boys -
lots of boys. Suddenly after a lifetime of being just "one of those
girls" all the guys wanted to date me.
Yep, it’s pretty easy to be popular when you’re a slut!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Just One of the Herd
Chapter 2 – Steve Changes My Life
Chapter 3 – Changing Strategy After Steve Leaves
Chapter 4 – How to be Popular in High School
Chapter 5 – The Dangers of Being Popular
Chapter 6 – A Final Word
Chapter 1 – Just One of the Herd
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I wonder how many people really understand what it’s like to be a young
teenage girl in high school? Like I mean, there are times I don’t think
even my own mother remembers and she use to be one, albeit long time
ago! Oh sure, if you’re a cheerleader or one of the “popular” girls then
all you have to do is worry about which guy you’re going to choose. The
rest of use in the “herd” are left on the sidelines to watch and dream.
Life really does suck sometimes. I mean like it’s just so unfair! Like
for instance, why do some people grow up so much faster than others?
We’re all the same species so shouldn’t we all mature at the same rate?
Obviously that’s not God’s plan as I was fourteen before I even truly
qualified for a training bra - and barely at that. In contrast, years
before my best friend Beth already had a set of boobs some college girls
would be proud to own. By the time we got to high school she already
looked more like she could vote, at least if you only looked at her chest
which is about as high as most guys ever got.
Personally I don't think guys have a clue as to how totally embarrassing
it is to be forced to undress in the locker room or even at a sleepover
and have to hide the fact that you’ve got the smallest boobs in the room.
Yeah, I know some girls try the tissue thing but everyone knows they’re
doing it and that just makes it all the more humiliating. As for me, I
resorted to deception and misdirection. The way that works is first you
have to avoid tight tops so you don’t draw attention to the little bumps
on your chest where real breasts should be. That’s the deception part -
staying away from anything that drew attention to my boobs, or should I
say lack of them.
For misdirection I relied on the only part of my anatomy I was proud of -
my butt. My dad started telling me before I hit double digits that I had
the cutest bottom of all my friends. Needless to say I loved to show it
off to him, fishing for all the compliments I could get. Oh sure, he’s
my dad and dads are SUPPOSE to say those sort of things about their
daughters but what girl doesn’t crave a compliments regardless of who
they come from? So my wardrobe entering high school consisted primarily
of short shorts, bikini bottoms, tights, painted on jeans, basically
anything that drew attention to my behind and away from anything higher
up.
For example I found that walking around the city pool in a loose T-shirt
was fine so long as it was short and let me show off my ass clad in
nothing more than a skimpy bikini bottom. I mean most girls never
actually goes IN the pool anyway so it worked most of the time at least.
The only time my scheme failed was when some jerk immature boy splashed
water on me and got the T-shirt soaking wet. Let’s just say that wet T-
shirt contest are for girls WITH boobs, not for those of us still wishing
for them and leave it at that.
Not only were my boobs failing to keep up with my hormones, it didn't
help that when I looked in the mirror it seemed to me like I was staring
at a little 6th grader. Much to my never ending chagrin, it’s like
anyone who doesn’t know me always thinks I’m at least two or three grades
younger than I actually am. I’ve learned that this means either the
desirable boys think you’re still just a kid and keep clear or they’re
future pedophiles who are already getting off by hitting on younger girls
in hopes of being their “first”. It’s like they just want another notch
in their belts so that wasn't for me.
No... I badly wanted a boy to ask me out but not just so he could run to
his friends and brag about his latest conquest and never date me again.
True, Steve didn't waste any time bragging to his friends about him being
my first but at least he stayed true to me afterwards. If anything I
enjoyed my new notoriety, especially the way the “popular” girls were
jealous that one of the hottest guys in school was doing me and not them!
Another of my best friends was Sharon who was about the same age as me.
She had two brothers - one older and the other younger. Jim, her younger
brother, was just a snotty brat. On the other hand her older brother
Steve was two years older than us and the dream date of every girl in
school. I remember going to Sharon’s house and practically stuttering
when Steve would enter the room. Unfortunately he hardly even glanced at
me and when he did, I could tell from the way he quickly looked away that
he wasn't interested in someone as young as me, or at least not a girl
with such small boobs. No, his rep was going for the “popular” big boob
girls, cheerleaders and the whores - all group of which I most definitely
was NOT a member.
Then a miracle happened. Sharon invited me and a bunch of her friends to
a weekend campout at a sportsman club where parents had a membership. It
was located alongside a small lake, nothing fancy. Her jerk of a father
had dumped her mom a couple years back in favor of some twenty year-old
bimbo blonde secretary at work so the only guys with us were Jim and
Steve and neither of them was along by choice - a point which they
reiterated many times over. For Jim it was just lack of maturity but for
Steve it was a result of being TOO mature - at least from his
perspective. It was like being seen hanging around with a bunch of soon-
to0-be freshman girls was going to somehow damage his reputation.
Of course none of us were interested in Jim who was a little pervert. He
kept trying to spy on us all weekend so we the thing he hated the most -
we ignored him. No... ALL of us were competing for Steve’s attention!
During the entire weekend we pretty much wore nothing but bikinis of
which most were quite revealing. Alas, not even Beth, whose boobs were
the largest of any of us and practically spilled out of her top several
times, could get Steve’s attention, at least not for long. You can
imagine how I felt wearing a T-shirt half the time so my tiny boobs
wouldn't look even smaller standing next to girls like Beth who may as
well gone topless for all their bikini tops covered.
With Steve barely even acknowledging our existence the entire weekend you
can imagine my surprise when a week or so later he called me out of the
blue to ask me out for a date. I mean like I was stunned!
Of course I said yes. Finally, this was my chance to break from the
herd!
Chapter 2 – Steve Changes My Life
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For me to be asked out by a guy like Steve was one of the biggest thrills
of my fourteen years of life. No, make that THE biggest thrill! Until
then I’d never even been asked out on a date by ANY boy and to have one
of the most sought-after hunks in high school call me and ask me out...
it was literally mind boggling. Not even Sharon could explain it but I
wasn't about to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth. If Steve
wanted to take me out then I wasn't about to question his motives.
Naturally I was so star-struck that I would’ve done just about anything
he asked so it should goes without saying that when Steve made it clear
that he expected me to suck his dick our first night out I never
hesitated. Steve had quite a rep for having had sex with half the girls
in his class if you believed the rumors which his own sister confirmed to
me privately. Thus I can't say I was at all surprised that he asked me
to blow him on the first date. Heck, if anything I would’ve been
disappointed if he hadn’t as that would’ve told me he didn't think I was
mature enough to do it.
So while I may have been expecting it, at the same time I can't say I was
totally ready. After he asked me out I’d asked my mom for some tips and
pointers about blowjobs - she’s always been my best friend and I can
discuss just about anything with her without worry. It was like my mom
was as excited about Steve asking me out as I was. Not only did she give
me some much-needed advice but she even let me practice a bit using one
of her dildos from the extensive collection she kept in the nightstand
next to her bed.
Trust me on this... you can read about it, talk about it, even watch it
on a porn video but there’s nothing that can truly prepare you for
sucking a REAL cock for the first time. Fortunately it turned out to be
something I enjoyed and I’ve been told that I have a natural talent.
Admittedly that first load of cum took a bit of resolve to swallow down
but I think that was more because I wasn't ready for it when he suddenly
burst into my mouth. The next time I knew what was coming (no pun
intended) so it went down a lot easier.
Wow, I never cease to be amazed as to how fast rumors can fly through
school. It wasn't even second period the day after I sucked Steve for
the first time when one of my friends came up and congratulated me. I was
a little surprised and asked her what she was talking about. When she
answered saying something about how I apparently was giving the best BJs
in school you could have pushed me over with a feather!
Once I was able to close my mouth again after that jaw-dropping
revelation, I asked her where she’d heard THAT. Apparently Steve had
bragged to his friends about what he got me to do to him the previous
night and that was all it took to spread the news like fleas on a dog.
Fortunately for my reputation he ALSO told them that I’d done a great job
for my first time so at least I didn't have to face the embarrassment and
ridicule of being cast as a loser like I’ve seen happen to some girls who
really didn't enjoy it as much as I had. I have to say that rather than
being upset at Steve’s total lack of discretion, I was quite proud that
he thought I’d done so well that he’d bragged about me to his friends,
especially considering how many other girls he had to compare me against.
As you might imagine, almost immediately my life changed - permanently.
It wasn't even lunch period before guys who wouldn't give me the time of
day before were now practically begging me for a date. Of course I knew
why the change in hearts was taking place but hey, I wasn't complaining.
I was suddenly popular!
Unfortunately for all the late comers (no pun intended) I was so
infatuated with Steve and grateful for the wonderful opportunity he’d
given me that I turned down every offer. I wanted Steve to keep asking
me out and I wasn't about to endanger that possibility by abusing my
newfound popularity.
While not as drastic as when I first blew him, things REALLY picked up
not long after when Steve fucked me for the first time and my new “non-
virginal” status was broadcast throughout the school rumor mill.
Suddenly it was like I was finally one of the “popular” girls. It made
me wonder if I’d been missing something all these years. Were they
popular because they were so good looking and rich or was it they just
put out? Judging by my new status I started to suspect it was more the
latter than anything else. Apparently I’d been too naïve to figure it
out earlier on my own.
It didn't many refusals for the boys to figure out that I was Steve’s and
his alone. Then things got REALLY interesting. At first I think
everyone thought I was easy and ready to put out for anyone just because
I did it for one guy. When they learned that it was more a case of me
being in love with Steve and he was the only one I would allow to do me,
it was like the pack turned on me. Now I was a cockteaser, even a whore
if you believed some of the nastier notes that magically appeared in my
locker. The cockteaser label stung but being called a whore REALLY hurt.
The ironic thing was here I was only having sex with one guy yet some of
the same girls now calling me a whore were on their backs every night
with someone new.
Personally I thought it was more than just a little unfair. It wasn’t
like I was putting out for everyone and then suddenly stopped. Just
because I wouldn't let anyone else fuck me shouldn’t be grounds for
anyone to be mad at me. As I said, the most frustrating part was that so
far as the rest of the male population at school was concerned nothing
had really changed. The only thing different now was I was having sex
most every day with Steve! It wasn’t my fault he told everyone about it.
Eventually everything calmed down and my life has pretty much returned to
normal - normal that is except for now I was getting laid just about
every day after school by Steve. I was totally in love with Steve and
while he never actually said it to my face, I knew he loved me as well.
I mean like why else would a guy like him go exclusive with me when so
many other opportunities were there for him to choose from if he wanted
them?
The more I dated Steve and continued to have sex with him, the more I
knew he was “the one”. I’d it all planned out for years with just one
missing element - the guy... our dating, the eventual engagement and
finally our wedding. Of course it wouldn't all happen right away - I was
just fourteen after all! Still, in my heart I knew that someday I was
going to marry Steve and have his children.
Chapter 3 – Changing Strategy After Steve Leaves
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Yep, life really is unfair.
Just when I thought my life was perfect a bombshell dropped. Talk about
being blindsided! One night after Steve and I had finished having sex we
were laying in my bed when Steve casually mentioned to me that his
mother’s job was being transferred to southern California and that they
would all be leaving in a just a couple of weeks. At first I thought he
was joking as he was so nonchalant about it. I mean like how could he
love me so much as he had just done and then act like it was no big deal
to move 3,000 miles away from me? OK, to be fair he’d never actually
SAID he loved me but after the way he’d just fucked me I knew he did.
Well, he was serious. As I lay naked next to him I pulled myself in
tightly to him so I could feel his strong nude body against mine as if
somehow I could bond myself to him permanently if I only pressed hard
enough. I truly felt like my entire life was collapsing. All more
dreams, all my hopes just suddenly imploded. There would be no
engagement, no wedding, no children... nothing!
Once the initial shock passed we spoke about staying in touch after he
left but I couldn't help but wonder how it would work with us being
thousands of miles apart. After he left my dad came in to check on me as
he always does when I bring Steve home. He must have been surprised that
I was so distressed that it didn't matter to me that I was still naked
and draining Steve’s cum. Any such thoughts never crossed my mind as I
just hugged him and cried into his chest as my loving father caressed me
all over trying to soothe my despair.
For the two weeks we had left I was determined to ensure that Steve would
never forget me. It was a pretty simple strategy in that mostly I just
tried have sex with him as often as possible. Wow, we must have fucked
at least twice a day, even more on weekends. Through it all I took what
little consolation I could knowing that after two weeks of the most
intense sex that there was no way he wouldn’t remember who he was leaving
behind.
I’ll never forget the last time Steve fucked me the night before they
left. As usual when we wanted to be comfortable we did it in my bedroom.
Of course Steve’s mom knew we were doing it but it’s not like she rolled
out the red carpet. Then there was always his brother and sister to deal
with his brother just acting like a perv and Sharon all jealous because I
was getting fucked by her brother and she wasn’t. At least my parents
had the discretion and good taste to leave us alone when I would lead
Steve up the stairs by the hand and wink at them as they sat in the
living room and smiled at me.
If there was any doubt in my mind as to how much Steve loved me it was
dispelled that night. OMG, he came THREE times - twice in my pussy and
then the last time in my mouth. I would’ve loved to have had all three
inside of me but I figured if he was going to be good for three times
then he deserved a little self-satisfaction. The best part was that as
soon as he finished shooting he pushed it back in me again and we just
laid there for the longest times, joined together for what might be the
last time. His was the only dick that had ever been in me or even in my
mouth! I couldn't even imagine someone else’s taking his place after the
dozens (hundreds?) of times he’d put it in me. All these thoughts went
through my mind as he held me tight against him with his dick imbedded in
my pussy. God, it was like I never wanted him to pull out of me!
Unfortunately eventually he did. My pussy ached as I tried to comprehend
that I would probably never feel his wonderful hard dick inside of me
again. When you’re not even fifteen yet, that’s not all that easy to
accept.
After Steve got dressed and left my mom came to my bedroom and gave me a
back rub as I laid outstretched on my bed. She kept teasing me about
having such a mess between my legs but I knew she just meant it all in
fun to try and get me to stop crying. She always loved it when I would
come home or when Steve would leave and then I told her about everything
we did and I do mean everything. As her hands run up along the inside of
my thighs I almost got the feeling she was going to miss Steve as much as
me. Well, not ever as much as me as he’d never fucked her but you get
the idea.
The fateful day arrived and I tearfully waved goodbye to Steve as his mom
drove them all out of sight. Returning back to my bedroom to sob into my
pillow, I couldn't even find the will to masturbate as I was convinced
that I would never have sex again. Like, who else could ever compare to
Steve? Who could even come close to making me feel the way he did when
he fucked me? I’d never felt another dick before and at that moment, his
was the only one I wanted.
Well you don’t go from having sex just about every day, sometimes twice
or even more, for over six months and then suddenly shut it off
completely. As heartbroken as I was I also grew horny as heck more and
more each day until without even thinking about it I was suddenly
masturbating furiously several times a day. It was actually a few days
later when my mom saw me and commented on how I must be feeling better
that I even realized I was doing it. Before that it was like I was on
autopilot, doing it without even thinking what I was doing out of sheer
habit and lust.
Well, Steve was gone but that didn't mean I was out of options. Heck, he
was barely out of sight when the boys started calling. At first I turned
them all away, foolishly convinced that somehow Steve and I would find a
way to be together. Then the phone calls went from hourly to daily to
every other day to once a week. One day I suddenly came to the
realization that Steve was going to be out of my life forever. It was a
heartbreaking revelation but inevitable I guess. Still, that didn't mean
I liked it. My mom had told me this would happen and I remember being so
angry at her at the time. As usual her sage advice turned out to be like
from an oracle even though I hated to admit it. Why are moms always
right?
With the encouragement of both of my parents I finally started dating
again but this time I followed a new strategy. I’d just turned fifteen
and it dawned on me that I’d wasted a good portion of my freshman year of
high school on a guy who was no longer even calling me, let alone fucking
me and marrying me someday. Why limit myself to one guy if the risks
were that high?
For almost eight months from the time I gave my virginity to Steve I’d
never even touched another dick. For that matter if it hadn’t been for
seeing my dad naked with me in the hot tub I wouldn't have even SEEN one.
My mom kept telling me that these would be the days I looked back on as
being the best of my life so why not enjoy them as best as I could?
At first memories of being called a slut and a whore held me back but
then I started to think that what was the problem with being a slut?
Becoming a whore was unthinkable but being a slut sounded like fun.
Besides, it wasn’t like I didn't already have a bit of a rep, even if it
was for being with just one guy, so why not earn it and reap the
benefits?
Chapter 4 – How to be Popular in High School
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It’s only been a few months since I decided to become the class slut but
I’m already reaping the benefits. Unlike most of my friends I didn't
have a “real” job but then again I didn't really need one. My parents
made me babysit a little just to have some pocket money but otherwise
guys now but me most everything I needed. If nothing else there’s always
my dad who never could resist a little flirting without handing over some
cash. The cool thing is I never pay for a meal or a movie unless I am
out with my friends - hence the need for the pocket money. Overall it’s
like everything is free - at least for me.
I learned VETY quickly that the key to being popular as a slut is to know
what lines to set and what boundaries to honor. It’s s slippery slope to
going from being a slut to a whore and I’m always conscious of that line.
There are a few girls in my school who definitely fit the whore category.
Even if they weren’t taking money they still qualify as they would do
about anything a guy asked without any morals or ethics. It’s one thing
to dress a little naughty and tease the boys in school, hinting at what
they might get to see but never did. It’s quite another to all but strip
and do whatever it takes to get laid without caring what people thought
of you or who saw you. Whores aren’t popular, they are just used by guys
to get what they want. Sluts use their bodies to get what THEY want, not
what the guy wants. OK, so my mom gave me that line but it still holds
true.
As part of my slut strategy in high school I’m not giving EVERY guy a
blowjob just for taking me out although I would say the number who
haven’t gotten one is quite small. Usually there were some mitigating
circumstances rather than me just saying no to sucking dick. Besides,
blowjobs are quick and easy and didn't require much to get results,
especially when you’re talking about horny teenage boys! I usually don’t
even have to undress.
Sex, on the other hand, is entirely different for me. I may already have
a rep for being a slut but nobody can accuse me of being a whore. So far
I’ve already suck quite a few and am already having a hard time keeping
track of them. On the other hand I know exactly how many guys have
fucked me so far - their names and when and how it happened. Sex I
reserved for real boyfriends - guys who actually wanted to go out with me
for more than just get my mouth on their dick.
The funny thing I’ve learned already is that to be popular in high school
doesn’t mean getting laid the most. My mom, of course, had predicted as
much but like most teenagers I had to learn it for myself. While being a
serial cocksucker DOES get attention from the boys, being known as a
skank or a whore actually turns off many of them. For some reason they
don’t seem to care how many cocks were in my mouth ahead of theirs but
when it comes to my pussy, THEN it matters. Go figure.
So bottom line, if a girl really wants to be popular in high school then
EVERY girl has the means available - right between her legs. There’s
really no excuse for ANY girl not being popular so long as she is willing
to do what it takes. Even then it’s not like she’s being asked to
sacrifice anything. I get so fed up with girls whining about not getting
a date but then complaining that all boys want is sex. Well duh! Of
course they do so why not use that to your advantage?
Chapter 5 – The Dangers of Being Popular
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In the interest of full disclosure, being popular by being the class slut
isn’t always fun and games. In fact, sometimes it can become quite a
chore and hard work. The situation is like you’re sitting on the tip of
a needle where one false move and you’re plummeting down from the top.
Take for instance the need to put out on dates. Once you have the rep
guys EXPECT it and they demand it. Really though, can anyone blame them?
Face it, it’s probably 99% of the reason they asked me out in the first
place. All the other crap - the meal, maybe a movie, or who knows what
else is all done with one thought in his mind - what’s the minimum he has
to do to get me to suck his dick? The sooner he gets THAT the better so
far as he’s concerned. I could probably just suck his dick in the
driveway when he picks em up and he’d be happy. Thus the key from my
perspective is to ensure that I get something out of it as well.
The funny part of all this is that if guys had any sense at all they
would realize that I WANT sex just as badly as they want it! It’s not
like giving a BJ is some sort of chore or penance I have to perform to
get a night out. OMG, some of the horrible movies and bad conversations
I’ve had to suffer through when in all fairness if he’d just pulled over
I would’ve sucked his dick right then and there and we could’ve called it
a night.
The last thing I want is to get the reputation a number of girls like me
have branded on their foreheads - cockteaser. That was like kryptonite
when it came to getting boys to ask you out. Personally I have zero
respect for the little bitches and they have everything coming to them
that they deserve. I mean it’s just not fair to lead a guy on and then
snatch the ball away like Lucy with a football.
I like to think that most boys know my boundaries and limits and respect
them, even if they don’t necessarily like them. Oh sure as guys they
always want to push the envelope a little. They kiss me and then they
think they can feel up my boobs. If I were to let them under my blouse
then they Would want in MY pants... and so forth. Sometimes it’s a fun
game to play but mostly I just wish they would respect me as person.
Perhaps the biggest potential danger is dealing with your friends. After
Steve it was like I went from being just one of the crowd to being the
headliner act and not all my friends are as open-minded as others.
It isn't just my friends but their parents that sometimes create a scene.
As I mentioned earlier, my wardrobe pretty much consists of short skirts,
tight jeans, and revealing tops. Pretty much the only time I wear a bra
is when I am wearing something so sheer I have to wear one in order to
keep from being arrested. It’s not like I have one set of clothes for
school and dating and another for when I go to a friend’s home.
In general it isn't the father that said anything - as you might imagine
most of them are quite appreciative if anything. It’s almost always the
mother, sometimes a sister, that’s the one to criticize my outfits. I
pretty must just ignore any criticism except for those few that call my
mom and bitch to her that I am somehow causing a problem at their house
or event. My mom is GREAT - she just tells them to deal with their
husbands and if they were looking at teenage girls then maybe they should
be taking care of them better! Like, my mom’s was the one that buys half
my clothes anyway! Some of my more risqué outfits come courtesy of my
dad but most of those I can't wear in public, LOL.
Chapter 6 – A Final Word
========================
Speaking of my parents, I wanted to take this opportunity to publically
thank both of my parents for all the love and support they have given me
over the years. Without their guidance and support I would never have
become the person I am today.
First I want to thank my mom. How many girls can say their mother is
their best friend and confidante? If my friends are any sort of
statistical sample, then the answer is, “not many”. She has always been
there for me in the good times and the bad. She provides the guidance of
a mother yet at the same time the intimacy of a best friend. It’s like I
want to tell her everything and share everything. Indeed, who was the
first person to see my masturbate? Who was the first person I told after
Steve took my virginity? Who buys me sexy outfits and encourages me to
flirt whenever we’re out together? Who gave me tips the day before my
first real date on how to please a guy with my mouth? Who else but my
mom!
Then there’s my father. Whereas my mom is my “friend”, dad is my
“cheerleader”. He’s the one to build my ego when I’m feeling down. He’s
the one that tells me I’m cute and sexy when I look in the mirror and
hate what I see. Mom buys me sexy outfits but they are still suitable
for public consumption. My dad, on the other hand, loves me buying
outfits that are only worn at home for him to see. You can just imagine
how good it makes me feel about myself to wear a sheer negligee in front
of my dad and have him tell me I’m the hottest girl in school. Of course
I know he’s saying that because he’s my dad but that doesn’t mean I don’t
love it just as much.
Sometimes I wonder how other girls handle it with parents that are close
minded and don’t support them the way my parents do me. I can’t picture
having to sneak around trying to have sex with a boy when my parents even
encourage me to bring them home so we don’t have to do just that. How
many other parents allow their daughter to disappear on the deck in the
hot tub to be naked with their boyfriend without feeling compelled to
check on them now and then to ensure nothing is happening? Of course
something is happening, duh!
People sometimes ask me if I worry about being a slut and possibly being
taken advantage of by guys. Well, they don’t know that while the guy may
think he has me all alone in my bedroom when we’re doing it, what he
doesn’t know is that my dad is keeping an eye on him, ready to throw him
out on his bare butt if he so much as even threatens to hurt me. You
can’t ask for more security than your own father!
So now my sophomore year is coming to an end. In a few short months I’ve
managed to firmly establish myself as a slut and well towards my
ultimate goal of being the class slut. Yes, I’m VERY popular right now,
just as any girl COULD be if she was willing to do what it takes.
THE END