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Description: This may start off a little boring but there's no non-awkward way to explain who I'm fucking. I mean, that's kind of the reason I'm starting this blog. You can call me B, by the way. I'm a freshman in college- and yes, I'm a virgin. There has been many times where I came close to swiping my V-card. Some more embarrassing then others. I've honestly never let it get that far. I think about sex every day and it's getting harder and harder to say no to boys.

Blog Entry #1:

Eighth grade. That was the first time I thought about sex and what it meant. It was 2010 and this was the year everyone started meaninglessly calling each other the words slut, whore and hoe. I knew I didn't want to be called any of that - I just wanted to be a kid. Catherine Ziggbey was my friend but she got called those names a lot.

I think it was mostly because she sent pictures of her tits to Jake Grady, who sent it out and so the whole school saw the pictures. Even the teachers. She got called to the councilor's office everyday so they could check up on her. A week after the pictures got out, I saw cuts on her thighs. This was the first thing that made me say to myself, don't trust boys.

I was curious why he knew she put her trust in him and he practically exposed her anyway. My curiosity always did get the best of me and when I got a boyfriend right before the end of the school year, I started to expirement.

We made out every time we saw each other, whether it was at the park or my house.

He also tried to finger me twice but the pain was unbearable.

His name was Johnson, but I called him John for short. He was cute with perfect teeth, a curly top and a beauty mole that adorned the top of his lip.

John also lived three houses down from me. In between our houses were our nosey neighbors: Rosetta and Diana. They were both old hags that sat on their porches all day and did nothing but gossip. What was admirable was that they were best friends of 20 years. Goals.

Two days after school ended, I decided to clean my room incase I was going to invite John over. We were texting all day and he said he wanted to see me.

After I spent hours cleaning my room I was exhausted, so I plopped down on my bed and sighed out of relief. I finally got to relax, and my tense muscles loosened up as I stared at my room ceiling.

I was lying on my back in my bed, texting Johnson and Jessica, just overthinking about sex. I didn't want to be a 40 year old virgin but I also didn't want to give away something so special to the wrong person.

I had contemplated about having sex with Johnson earlier that morning and if I wanted it to happen, then I'd have to get moving so my mom wouldn't come home and catch us in the act.

The sheets were zebra print and smelled fresh, since I took them out the dryer that morning. I sat up with my back against the headboard and started thinking about John again, and after 5 minutes I turned over and texted my best friend Jessica.

I told her I was about to do it, then she texted back saying that it would hurt and wished me good luck. Jessica had sex in 7th grade with this boy named Tres.

He went to a different school in the school district and a couple of days after it happened, she told me she just wanted to see how it felt.

There was no emotional connection whatsoever.. and i was taking advice from that? I looked at the alarm clock on my night stand which read 5:30, then I texted John.

I wanted him to come over around 6, but I told him he could only stay until 8 since my mom usually got home around 8:30. Right after I texted him, I took a quick shower and made sure I shaved. EVERYWHERE.

I had razor bumps all over but I was the most bald I'd ever been before. After I got out the shower I put on baby lotion and deodorant then sat down at my vanity. My vanity was off-white colored with a matching chair, and on it I kept my jewelry and a box full of makeup.

My makeup box consisted of 10 tubes of lip gloss, concelear, eye shadow, blush, etc. I didn't know what he'd find sexy and I was trying to be quick, so I chose to put on some clear Victoria Secret lipgloss, then brushed out my bed-head so there were no knots or tangles.

My hair is naturally curly and straightening it out would've taken too long. I threw my hair up in a bun.

After I did all of that, I remembered John kept condoms in his wallet, so I had nothing to worry about. I had on a panties and bra set from Victoria Secret that I'd just gotten the week before.

It was purple and had gold sequins that sparkled like glitter when the light bounced off them. I looked at my iPhone and it was 6:05. Oh shit, I thought. It was about to go down.

I brushed me teeth around 6:10 and 10 minutes later, doorbell rang and I bolted downstairs. I walked to the door in what I thought was a sexy manner, as if he could already see me threw the blurry window in the middle of my front door.

I grabbed for the door with my sequins glistening from the sun, then bit my tongue by accident. "FUCK!" I screamed, bouncing up and down like a yoyo in front of the staircase.

Holding my mouth, the doorbell rang again and I could see a blurry but eager John through the door window.

Or so, I thought.

I regained my composure and whipped the door open, only to see an old and wrinkly Rosetta.

I gasped and she blankly stared as I covered myself up with my arms then slightly shut the door, with only my head peeking through.

Rosetta's no snitch so I knew she wasn't going to say anything to my mom. "Oh. You- oh you thought I was- oh." she said wittingly.

With my head still peeking through the door, feelings of frustration and embarrassment overcame me, and it showed in my rosy cheeks as I wondered where John was.

I saw John behind Ms. Rosetta, approaching her from behind. As he began to walk up the steps leading to my door, he said, "Sorry I'm late, I was playing ball and had to shower."

He took a glance at what I had on and his eyes popped. As he started to open his mouth, he examined the scene wondering why I was at the door in my bra and panties and our neighbor was standing there. He rose an eyebrow when Ms. Rosetta turned around and just shook her head.

John: "Hi, Ms. Rosetta."
Ms. Rosetta: "Mhm." she groaned, leaving the staircase leading to my front door.
John: "What was that about?" He asked, stepping into the house.

I slammed the door shut.

I looked at John and flashed a fake smile. Now I was nervous because I realized I didn't want to be like Jessica. I didn't want to not love or barely know the person I gave my most prized possession to.

After a second I pushed the thought away. I led him over to the couch, where he sat down and motioned for me to climb on his lap.

I gently did as he motioned for me to wrapped my arms around his neck. His big and full lips met mine and every kiss was passionate and warming.

We stopped making out for a second when he pulled away and looked me in the eyes and said, "Look at those big brown eyes. Beautiful." In that moment I thought to myself, I'm ready.

I kissed him repeatedly as I stood up and led him to my room, which was down the hall from the top of the staircase.

We intensely made out on the way up the steps as his hands never parted from my waist, and when we got to the middle of the hall, he threw my legs around his waist and put me against the wall.

John pinned my arms above my head and started licking his way down my chest.

His kisses were so warm and wet that I started to get wet in all the right places. My head flew back and it made a thump against the wall and that made both of us laugh. "Big ass head." he said under his breath.

He proceeded to carry me to my room as we laughed in unison while I nibbled and sucked on his neck, leaving love marks. He playfully threw me on the bed then shut the door and as I giggled, he kicked off his Jordans at the foot of my bed.

I slid my body to the top of the bed and threw my head back, feeling his tongue swirl up and down on my belly button as he climbed on top of me. He kissed my waistline and my body jumped at the sensitivity of his touch.

Right when he made his way back up and unhooked my bra, my iPhone started ringing. It was my mom and I decided to ignore her call, but then she called twice more.

I called her back as John sucked on my chest, leaving noticeable hickeys that would surely raise questions.

I took one big gasp a millisecond before my mom answered the phone and rudely said "Why weren't you answering the phone?!" I could hear cars in the background beeping their horns.

Was she coming home early?

"I was in the shower, why, wassup?" I said speaking low, because I was about to moan. I put her on mute and waited for her to hurry and speak so I could hang up. "I'm on my way home. I actually was just at McDonalds but you didn't answer so I just got the McNugget Meal." she said nicely.

I took her off mute.

Now Johnson was pulling off my panties. This aroma of fresh Dove soap hit the air and he smiled. "Okay thats cool. Where you at now?" "CVS. I'll be home in ten minutes." she said. Shit, that was enough time for me.

"Ok, bye." I hung up, sensing that she was mid-sentence but too caught up in the intensity to care.

John kissed my thigh and my body trembled.

B: "My mom's almost here."
John: "You know I don't care." He said taking one big lick on my other thigh.
B: "Stop teasing me!" I shouted. I was deadass but I think he thought it was cute so I was going to leave it at that. "No but you should go because if she catch you, that's my ass." I said smiling.

Despite my plea of my mom's arrival, that wasn't what was bothering me. What was bothering me was that I knew I didn't love him and I didn't want the sex to be meaningless.

How could I love him? I was too young! He gave me one large and obvious hickey on my left boob before getting up, putting on his sneakers and leaving. My mom got home five minutes after he left. That was the day I realized I wanted to love the person first.

If you've read this far thanks so much 💗 !  This part compared to other things I've written isn't the best but as the story goes on, it gets better, I promise 😂 I appreciate if you give this a star, comment and continue reading on. Thanks! I add parts frequently so be on the lookout.

Description: This may start off a little boring but there's no non-awkward way to explain who I'm fucking. I mean, that's kind of the reason I'm starting this blog. You can call me B, by the way. I'm a freshman in college- and yes, I'm a virgin. There has been many times where I came close to swiping my V-card. Some more embarrassing then others. I've honestly never let it get that far. I think about sex every day and it's getting harder and harder to say no to boys.

Blog Entry #1:

Eighth grade. That was the first time I thought about sex and what it meant. It was 2010 and this was the year everyone started meaninglessly calling each other the words slut, whore and hoe. I knew I didn't want to be called any of that - I just wanted to be a kid. Catherine Ziggbey was my friend but she got called those names a lot.

I think it was mostly because she sent pictures of her tits to Jake Grady, who sent it out and so the whole school saw the pictures. Even the teachers. She got called to the councilor's office everyday so they could check up on her. A week after the pictures got out, I saw cuts on her thighs. This was the first thing that made me say to myself, don't trust boys.

I was curious why he knew she put her trust in him and he practically exposed her anyway. My curiosity always did get the best of me and when I got a boyfriend right before the end of the school year, I started to expirement.

We made out every time we saw each other, whether it was at the park or my house.

He also tried to finger me twice but the pain was unbearable.

His name was Johnson, but I called him John for short. He was cute with perfect teeth, a curly top and a beauty mole that adorned the top of his lip.

John also lived three houses down from me. In between our houses were our nosey neighbors: Rosetta and Diana. They were both old hags that sat on their porches all day and did nothing but gossip. What was admirable was that they were best friends of 20 years. Goals.

Two days after school ended, I decided to clean my room incase I was going to invite John over. We were texting all day and he said he wanted to see me.

After I spent hours cleaning my room I was exhausted, so I plopped down on my bed and sighed out of relief. I finally got to relax, and my tense muscles loosened up as I stared at my room ceiling.

I was lying on my back in my bed, texting Johnson and Jessica, just overthinking about sex. I didn't want to be a 40 year old virgin but I also didn't want to give away something so special to the wrong person.

I had contemplated about having sex with Johnson earlier that morning and if I wanted it to happen, then I'd have to get moving so my mom wouldn't come home and catch us in the act.

The sheets were zebra print and smelled fresh, since I took them out the dryer that morning. I sat up with my back against the headboard and started thinking about John again, and after 5 minutes I turned over and texted my best friend Jessica.

I told her I was about to do it, then she texted back saying that it would hurt and wished me good luck. Jessica had sex in 7th grade with this boy named Tres.

He went to a different school in the school district and a couple of days after it happened, she told me she just wanted to see how it felt.

There was no emotional connection whatsoever.. and i was taking advice from that? I looked at the alarm clock on my night stand which read 5:30, then I texted John.

I wanted him to come over around 6, but I told him he could only stay until 8 since my mom usually got home around 8:30. Right after I texted him, I took a quick shower and made sure I shaved. EVERYWHERE.

I had razor bumps all over but I was the most bald I'd ever been before. After I got out the shower I put on baby lotion and deodorant then sat down at my vanity. My vanity was off-white colored with a matching chair, and on it I kept my jewelry and a box full of makeup.

My makeup box consisted of 10 tubes of lip gloss, concelear, eye shadow, blush, etc. I didn't know what he'd find sexy and I was trying to be quick, so I chose to put on some clear Victoria Secret lipgloss, then brushed out my bed-head so there were no knots or tangles.

My hair is naturally curly and straightening it out would've taken too long. I threw my hair up in a bun.

After I did all of that, I remembered John kept condoms in his wallet, so I had nothing to worry about. I had on a panties and bra set from Victoria Secret that I'd just gotten the week before.

It was purple and had gold sequins that sparkled like glitter when the light bounced off them. I looked at my iPhone and it was 6:05. Oh shit, I thought. It was about to go down.

I brushed me teeth around 6:10 and 10 minutes later, doorbell rang and I bolted downstairs. I walked to the door in what I thought was a sexy manner, as if he could already see me threw the blurry window in the middle of my front door.

I grabbed for the door with my sequins glistening from the sun, then bit my tongue by accident. "FUCK!" I screamed, bouncing up and down like a yoyo in front of the staircase.

Holding my mouth, the doorbell rang again and I could see a blurry but eager John through the door window.

Or so, I thought.

I regained my composure and whipped the door open, only to see an old and wrinkly Rosetta.

I gasped and she blankly stared as I covered myself up with my arms then slightly shut the door, with only my head peeking through.

Rosetta's no snitch so I knew she wasn't going to say anything to my mom. "Oh. You- oh you thought I was- oh." she said wittingly.

With my head still peeking through the door, feelings of frustration and embarrassment overcame me, and it showed in my rosy cheeks as I wondered where John was.

I saw John behind Ms. Rosetta, approaching her from behind. As he began to walk up the steps leading to my door, he said, "Sorry I'm late, I was playing ball and had to shower."

He took a glance at what I had on and his eyes popped. As he started to open his mouth, he examined the scene wondering why I was at the door in my bra and panties and our neighbor was standing there. He rose an eyebrow when Ms. Rosetta turned around and just shook her head.

John: "Hi, Ms. Rosetta."
Ms. Rosetta: "Mhm." she groaned, leaving the staircase leading to my front door.
John: "What was that about?" He asked, stepping into the house.

I slammed the door shut.

I looked at John and flashed a fake smile. Now I was nervous because I realized I didn't want to be like Jessica. I didn't want to not love or barely know the person I gave my most prized possession to.

After a second I pushed the thought away. I led him over to the couch, where he sat down and motioned for me to climb on his lap.

I gently did as he motioned for me to wrapped my arms around his neck. His big and full lips met mine and every kiss was passionate and warming.

We stopped making out for a second when he pulled away and looked me in the eyes and said, "Look at those big brown eyes. Beautiful." In that moment I thought to myself, I'm ready.

I kissed him repeatedly as I stood up and led him to my room, which was down the hall from the top of the staircase.

We intensely made out on the way up the steps as his hands never parted from my waist, and when we got to the middle of the hall, he threw my legs around his waist and put me against the wall.

John pinned my arms above my head and started licking his way down my chest.

His kisses were so warm and wet that I started to get wet in all the right places. My head flew back and it made a thump against the wall and that made both of us laugh. "Big ass head." he said under his breath.

He proceeded to carry me to my room as we laughed in unison while I nibbled and sucked on his neck, leaving love marks. He playfully threw me on the bed then shut the door and as I giggled, he kicked off his Jordans at the foot of my bed.

I slid my body to the top of the bed and threw my head back, feeling his tongue swirl up and down on my belly button as he climbed on top of me. He kissed my waistline and my body jumped at the sensitivity of his touch.

Right when he made his way back up and unhooked my bra, my iPhone started ringing. It was my mom and I decided to ignore her call, but then she called twice more.

I called her back as John sucked on my chest, leaving noticeable hickeys that would surely raise questions.

I took one big gasp a millisecond before my mom answered the phone and rudely said "Why weren't you answering the phone?!" I could hear cars in the background beeping their horns.

Was she coming home early?

"I was in the shower, why, wassup?" I said speaking low, because I was about to moan. I put her on mute and waited for her to hurry and speak so I could hang up. "I'm on my way home. I actually was just at McDonalds but you didn't answer so I just got the McNugget Meal." she said nicely.

I took her off mute.

Now Johnson was pulling off my panties. This aroma of fresh Dove soap hit the air and he smiled. "Okay thats cool. Where you at now?" "CVS. I'll be home in ten minutes." she said. Shit, that was enough time for me.

"Ok, bye." I hung up, sensing that she was mid-sentence but too caught up in the intensity to care.

John kissed my thigh and my body trembled.

B: "My mom's almost here."
John: "You know I don't care." He said taking one big lick on my other thigh.
B: "Stop teasing me!" I shouted. I was deadass but I think he thought it was cute so I was going to leave it at that. "No but you should go because if she catch you, that's my ass." I said smiling.

Despite my plea of my mom's arrival, that wasn't what was bothering me. What was bothering me was that I knew I didn't love him and I didn't want the sex to be meaningless.

How could I love him? I was too young! He gave me one large and obvious hickey on my left boob before getting up, putting on his sneakers and leaving. My mom got home five minutes after he left. That was the day I realized I wanted to love the person first.

If you've read this far thanks so much 💗 !  This part compared to other things I've written isn't the best but as the story goes on, it gets better, I promise 😂 I appreciate if you give this a star, comment and continue reading on. Thanks! I add parts frequently so be on the lookout.