****** Growing Up as a Slut: 5 by Syndarella_Snowhite ******
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Growing Up as a Slut: 5


"Is this story true? Are all my stories true? Like Ripley said, you can
'believe it or not.' If it were fiction I'd put a disclaimer here...." -Wendy

My name is Wendy. I like to think of myself as a reformed slut. I go online to
tell my story sometimes. I figure it's therapy for me, and if people get off by
living vicariously through my experiences, I'm glad to be of service.

I've discovered White Shadows stories, and have decided that this is a good
outlet for me.

As I wrote in my previous sessions, I started very early, and became a
neighborhood and then a high school slut, but a real one-on-one relationship
seemed like an impossibility for me. And of course, I was a hated girl at
school.

I spent the summer in a kind of melancholy, thinking about Ryan and his dad.
I'd never set out to seduce his father, but it happened anyway. I wasn't really
looking forward to my senior year of high school, and facing up to the rumors I
knew would be circulating.

I hung out with some of the boys from my old neighborhood, and spent many days
just letting them fuck me like old times. Again, it was a way to pass time, but
it didn't give me the satisfaction it used to. They were appreciative enough,
but it was clear that I was being used. I was an easy lay. No effort required.

Eventually, September rolled around, and I ventured back to high school. There
was a new girl around, and everyone was soon talking about her. She had
transferred in from another school in the city. Rumor said she'd been expelled.
She was a grade 11 student, one year behind me, and dressed kinda like a Goth,
but kinda like a punk chick too.

She had a very large set of breasts, at least for her rather petite frame. Her
thighs were full, some might say too full, but they complemented her chest in a
way that seemed natural. She still had what some people referred to as some
'baby fat'. She was a redhead, though not a natural...she kept her hair short
and its hue was colored an unnatural blood-red that made her green eyes glow.

She wasn't shy. She didn't pretend to be. She was an extrovert. She liked to
say whatever came to mind to whomever. We didn't wear uniforms at our school,
but there was a very loose dress code based around working-world morals. She
got busted a lot for blatantly breaking it.

In those first few weeks, she was the subject of a lot of gossip. I thought it
pretty good, since it took some of it off of me. The first time I actually saw
her, she was wearing - nearly busting out of - a black bra, all lace, and a
flimsy black silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned, just barely resting on
her shoulders.

She paired that with a long, black, wrap-around skirt that was open on one side
showing the pale skin of her leg from her hip almost to her knee, where her
black leather boot zipped up. It was, as one of the teachers remarked
'scandalous'.

Her make-up made her face pale, with utterly black circles around her green
eyes. And her lips were painted black as well.

And I'd not seen so many earrings in one ear before. At first I thought it was
just freaky. I mean, I'd never seen anyone dress like that. I was the
proverbial 'white trash' girl with the bleached hair and torn jeans, though I'd
never actually lived in a trailer park. She was a downtown girl.

She fought the system like a born rebel. I'd been kind of a teacher's pet my
whole school life, and I shared three classes with this girl, and I saw her get
into arguments with the teachers. Numerous times she'd get sent home to change
into 'something more appropriate to academic study.' Then she'd get busted
again, for not reporting back.

So, it seemed Christine was a curiosity. Once the novelty wore off, I figured
she'd fade away; the system would get her to conform or get rid of her.

By the second month into the school year, she was still the subject of rampant
gossip, and she seemed to be making her 'rounds' as well. She was an
unrepentant slut, unlike the somber, almost reluctant one I had become. She was
new, strange and exciting, and once the guys got over her weirdness, they all
wanted a piece of her. And she was taking all comers.

I was furiously jealous. I mean, I know it's silly, but she was taking guys'
attention from me. I was considered old news. I told myself that it was good.
It would let me just concentrate on finishing my senior year and getting the
hell out of the city, and on to a more normal life. But it bothered me
something fierce.

It was getting near Halloween, and she came up to me at my locker just after
one of our classes. She leaned up against the locker door right beside mine,
her hair now bright orange with black tiger-stripes, black-leather biker jacket
open to reveal her large chest held in check by a tight mesh shirt. A studded
leather choker encircled her pale neck like a dog collar.

"Wendy, right?" she asked.

"Yeah..." I replied warily.

"I heard you were pissed off at me. Wanted to fight me. That true?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Somebody was obviously trying to stir up
shit between her and I.

Now I never considered myself a scrapper, but this girl was younger and
generally smaller than I was, so I wasn't physically afraid. But I was shocked.
As hated as I was, no girl had ever gone so far as to suggest physical violence
toward me.

"No. I don't want to fight anyone." I hoped that I didn't sound too chicken, I
was afraid of encouraging her. She stared at me for a long moment, and my heart
began to pound a little harder. My legs started to go weak.

"Well, see you in math then," she said abruptly, turning to leave me. Then she
stopped, and turned back. "Is it true you 'did' your boyfriend's father?"

Again I was shocked. She was very blunt. I looked around the busy hall, but no
one was paying attention to us. Well, not extraordinarily anyway. I nodded.

"That's so fucking cool," she said with a rush. I felt a flood of pride for a
moment, where I'd only had shame before. "Tell me about it?"

"Well, we've got class in like two minutes," I protested.

"Fuck it. Let's skip," she said.

"Um, no, I don't do that," I replied.

"You're not fucking serious?" she grinned incredulously. "You never cut class?"
she added with that 'sure you don't...' tone.

I assured her that I was indeed serious.

"Well, first time for everything Wendy," she said, grabbing my wrist. It was
all I could do to close my locker before she tugged me down the halls.

Not long after, we found ourselves downtown sitting in a mall. She bought me a
burger and we started talking. She wanted to hear all about what I did with
Ryan's father. I soon found out she'd fucked Ryan already, though obviously not
his dad. She told me what a lousy lay he'd been, and I giggled my agreement.

It felt so good to talk to someone about this sort of thing. She started
telling me about herself, and I discovered that her family was pretty well off.
Her mom had divorced her dad and gotten a huge settlement, and that Christine
was an only child. She'd been a slut since she was fourteen, losing her
virginity to her second cousin at a wedding.

She was amazed at how early I'd started, but I didn't tell her about my
brother. That was too secret even to tell to her.

So, I guess it goes without saying, that we became very good friends. Best of
friends. We eventually began to each keep a notebook, listing all of the guys
we'd had. We rated them for performance in various categories. Then we could
compare and recommend.

Again, I amazed her when I added Mr. Markham, who'd been a substitute English
teacher. She promised herself she'd seduce a teacher before she was done high
school. I wished her luck. She wasn't exactly a teacher's pet after all.

In mid November, she invited me to a party that was being thrown by some of her
old classmates from her last high school across the city. I was a bit nervous,
but she convinced me to go. She told me that there'd be lots of guys for me to
try out and add to my book.

Lots of guys that she'd already had, but to them I'd be new and exciting. I
couldn't resist the lure of being the center of attention again. The girl that
the guys would be competing with each other to get. And of course, I'd have
more experiences to share with Christine.

The party was on a Saturday, and I stayed overnight at her house that Friday.
Her mom was very nice, and seemed unfazed by Christine's rebelliousness. It's
hard to rebel when your parent just nods and smiles I guess.

That night, amid other off beat girl talk, Christine asked me if I shaved my
pussy. I told her that I trimmed it. Then she showed me hers. It was completely
bald. Totally shaven and hairless. I hadn't expected to get flashed and I
reacted in the manner I'd been conditioned...immediate revulsion.

"Don't be such a fucking prude Wendy," she laughed. "You should shave yours
too. Trust me, you'll love it. The guys absolutely love it too. It's such a
shock for them."

I naturally resisted, but there wasn't much I could refuse her. She just had
such a dominant personality. I laid back on the bed, and she got towels and
such. I let her lather me up, and then she gently and expertly began to wield
the razor.

Minutes later, I was soft and hairless. As she finished up, she caressed my
labia, checking the smooth texture. I was curiously aroused.

"Here, feel," she suggested, and I placed my hand between my legs to feel the
wonderfully silky sensation.

We cleaned up the mess, and then got ready for bed. I shared her bed with her,
and in the darkness we talked about some of the guys that were going to be at
the party. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask if she was lesbian or bi-
sexual or something.

She responded by grabbing my breasts and giving them a squeeze.

"Would that freak you out?" she challenged.

"No, not really," I said. "But I just wanted to tell you that I'm not like
that."

She laughed. "And you never skip school right?" she challenged.

I didn't really have a reply for that. I started to consider what to say.

"Relax Wend, I'm not. Not really anyway. I'll try anything once, and I've
fooled around with a girl before. It just doesn't faze me. You DO want to feel
my tits though, don't you?" she added with a laugh.

I assured her that I did not, laughing despite myself.

"C'mon. Sure you do. They're my best asset. I just copped a feel of yours.
Don't you want to return the favor?"

So I did. I reached out and grasped her soft, fleshy globes through her
nightshirt. I squeezed them, and then pushed them together and then separated
them, with her grinning the whole time in the dimness. Her hands went up under
my shirt to feel my bare breasts and touch my nipples.

I pulled back and asked her to stop. It was kinda weirding me out. She
relented, and we were quiet for a bit. When we started talking again, we were
getting into even more deeply held topics. We'd aroused ourselves to a high
degree and the talk reflected it.

Before I knew it I was telling her about how I'd taught my little brother how
to fuck like a pro. That drove her completely wild. At first she thought I was
making it up, but I soon had her convinced. She asked me for details, and I
provided.

"You ARE a slut," she sighed with admiration. I giggled, and suggested that she
try him out some time to see how he's coming along. She agreed that she would.
I instantly imagined my brother Mike mounting her and pounding into her, making
those large breasts jiggle. I'd be so proud if he could do her well...make her
moan with pleasure. My brother.

I could tell she was playing with herself under the covers, and I almost had
the nerve to slip my hand down and do it for her. My heart started pounding
hard in my chest and my breath came shallow, as I tried to push myself over the
brink to do it. But I didn't. She brought herself to a gasping, yet rather
subdued climax. We both had a hard time getting any sleep that night.

Saturday night she borrowed her mom's car and we drove to her old area of town.
The party was at a very nice house, nicer than I'd expected. It had big bay
windows, a double garage and a highly arched ceiling like a chateau. It was
already full of teenagers, I could see by the silhouettes cast on the drawn
curtains. The throbbing pulse of music reached out to us even in the car.

Inside, I was feeling nervous again, as she led me by the hand deep into the
crowd. There were a lot of girls there, and I recognized the kind of scowls
they were giving Christine. She'd decked herself out in a short black
miniskirt, with an oversize belt, a black bra, and fishnet stockings that were
torn in many places. She wore her black studded collar, and her knee high black
boots.

I'd decided on a short-sleeved, body-hugging, red cotton, one-piece-dress with
a black leather belt. The bottom hem was snug to my hips and extended almost to
mid-thigh. It was the sexiest dress I owned. Looking back, I know I went a
little overboard on the makeup too. It wasn't Goth like Christine's or
anything, just a little too much. It gave me a sluttish look I suppose.

The alcohol was flowing freely, and joints were being passed around in the
corners. A very good amateur DJ had set up quite an impressive sound system
with a broad selection. In short, it was the kind of teenager party that I'd
only ever seen on TV. And everyone was a stranger to me.

A tall guy, with really curly hair, came screeching up to us and grabbed
Christine in a huge bear hug, lifting her up off the ground. She introduced me
to him; though I forget his name, and seconds later he was introducing me to
four of his buddies who in my memory are equally nameless.

Christine and I got separated, while I chatted it up with some of the guys, but
I soon found her again sitting on a couch between too pretty cute guys. I
bounced over and asked if there was any room. One of the guys, a blonde with
baby blues, patted his lap. I gave him a coy look, and he gave me puppy-dog
eyes. I gave in, and planted my little butt on his crotch, with a wiggle. He
placed his hands on my bare thighs, and stroked them ever so slowly while
trying to carry on whatever discussion he'd just been involved in.

I didn't catch whatever was being said very well, being so close to one of the
stereo speakers, so I leaned over, grinding my bottom against this guy's
hardened cock. They soon weren't discussing anything, as Christine was necking
with the other guy, and her hand had unzipped him and gone inside his jeans.

I watched him paw at her large breasts. Knowing now exactly how they felt
really turned me on. The guy I was sitting on was tentatively sliding the hem
of my dress higher on my thighs, and scooping in to massage my inner legs. I
pressed my back against him, and as I lay my head on his shoulder, he kissed
me, and I pressed my tongue into his mouth.

Just then Christine and her guy got up and started to weave through the crowd.
She reached back to grab my wrist and pull me up, and I automatically grabbed
the wrist of the guy I was with. So, like a train, we made our way to a bedroom
on the second floor. There was a big double bed, across which Christine spread
herself out like a buffet.

The guy I was with laid down on the floor, pulling me down on top of him. I
laughed drunkenly (which I was not yet), and writhed my body atop his. We were
kissing with rising heat, and I asked his name. He whispered that he was Will,
which I made a mental note of, for my little book.

I could hear the other guy groaning on the bed, and when I sat up to take a
look, I saw that Christine was giving him head. Sitting astride Will's hips I
unbuckled my belt and cast it aside.

I hiked up the hem of my dress past my hips, showing off my black panties. He
was quick to help out. He wasted no time in feeling my breasts through the top
of my dress, and then pulling the straps off my shoulders to reveal my bra. He
laid me onto my back, and then tugged off my panties.

He grinned devilishly when he saw my smooth pussy. I beamed proudly at him,
deciding immediately that I'd keep my pussy as hairless as when I was a girl.
He went down for my smooth slit with his mouth, treating me to his wonderfully
velvet tongue.

When he brought me to a trembling climax, I, in turn, helped him off with his
pants, releasing his partially solid erection, which I worshiped with my
fingertips before sinking my mouth down onto it. He was totally rigid in no
time. He wasn't going to last long, so I lifted myself up, and saw Christine
was on her back, already getting drilled by her guy. The bed was shaking and
springs were creaking with his thrusts.

Will rolled on a hastily retrieved condom from his pants pocket, and I then
mounted his cock, feeding it into me one latex coated inch at a time, as I
lowered my pelvis down onto him. When he was fully home, I began to bounce on
it. As I did, I removed my bra, giving him a good eyeful of my perky tits.

While I was fucking him, the bedroom door opened enough for a male head to peer
in. The head withdrew quickly, shutting the door. After a few more bounces and
gyrations, Will let out a grunt and began filling his condom with his sperm. I
humped him harder to milk him, leaning over to press my chest against him.

He rolled me over, and pulled out. I noticed that Christine's guy was still
banging away on her, while Will was pulling on his boxers, thanking me
profusely and spouting about how sexy and beautiful and wonderful I was.

"Hey! Will!" Christine called to him, between the gasps, while still getting
fucked, beckoning him over. He went over to the bed grinning at the sight of
her getting drilled by his buddy, while I pulled my dress down over my thighs
again. I watched him say something to her, while her guy continued to rock the
bed. He quickly left the room, while I started getting into my bra. Then I
decided against it, just pulling my dress straps and top up instead.

I hadn't gotten my second strap up, when two more guys came into the room, eyes
wide with what was happening. I smiled up coyly at them, from where I sat on
the floor, and moments later I was stripped again, on my hands and knees while
the bigger of the two pushed his rigid cock into me from behind. Will came back
into the room to watch. Moments later, the same guy that had been fucking
Christine for so long crawled off the bed, and knelt in front of me, pointing
his softened cock at my lips.

His name was Rick as Christine would inform me later, and I sucked his cock
into my mouth, while the 'new' guy, who I'd learn was Martin, kept gyrating his
own cock into my welcoming, bald, pussy. The other new guy who'd come in began
to work on Christine, while Will just watched the whole ordeal.

I was euphoric. I was getting 'gang-banged'. It was great, and I was able to
share it with my new best friend. Martin didn't last too long, but as soon as
he'd cum in me, Rick lifted me up. My knees were already red from the carpet.
He brought me over to the big bed and spread me out alongside Christine, who
was playing the part of a mattress as her new guy pumped her and squeezed her
large melons.

She turned her head and smiled at me, reached her hand over to hold mine, as
Rick climbed atop me to insert his dick into the second pussy of this night. He
brought me to orgasm, and then pulled out like a porn star to spray my tummy
with a feeble squirt of cum.

It was his second ejaculation in an hour, so I wasn't surprised at the lack of
volume.

Another guy was coming over to me as Rick climbed off, but we were interrupted
by a few muffled shouts from downstairs, and then the music suddenly cut off.
People immediately began to scramble, and Christine and I jumped up to grab our
clothes. Someone had called the cops, and they'd come to investigate. With open
drugs in the house, their arrival began a small stampede of frightened
teenagers.

Christine and I escaped by following Rick through the bedroom window, out onto
the garage roof, and then he helped us down to the driveway. He gave us both a
big kiss before we took off for Christine's mom's car, pulling on the
essentials of clothes on the way.

There was little chance of us getting caught by the pair of police officers in
the midst of a crush of under-agers. We hadn't really done anything wrong to
begin with, but the adrenaline was pumping and my heart didn't start to calm
down until we had driven a dozen blocks. We lamented the fact that we should
have invited Rick, or even 'kidnapped' him back with us. Then we could 'force'
him to pleasure us both all night. We had a giggle-fit over the whole idea of
it.

I was slightly aghast at what had transpired, how I'd been used by multiple
guys, but reconciled that it wasn't really that much different from my days as
a kid in the neighborhood clubhouse van. I'd just gotten out of the habit of
having multiple guys line up for me. And one of the most rewarding things was
that my best friend was there with me.

She'd recharged me, refreshed me. I pulled myself out of the melancholy I'd
slumped into. I started to be proud of who, and what I was again.

She was like me on many levels, and yet so much different. She's still my best
friend. She's the sister I never had. We updated our little books, and then set
our sights on our next adventure. We vowed to keep in touch, even after I went
off to college. We continued to have good times until then.

Write me?

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