I had my first kiss when I was 13 years old.  It was in the girls bathroom at school in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

I had my second kiss half an hour later in the boys bathroom with his older brother.

By the time high school was over I had made out with 133 boys.

I had slept with none of them.

However, nearly all of them fingered me and seven went down on me.  I enjoyed keeping tally.  Trophies.

I had only blown five.  The first two were in these public bathrooms.

The only sex talk I was ever given as a preadolescent was “He sticks it in.” <insert finger pantomime>

So when this 16 year old, who looked like he’d already been in and out of Juvie a few times, went from shoving his large cigarette flavored tongue down my throat to between my legs I had no idea what he was doing.  I was just praying to God no teachers or kids walked in.  We made out hard and deep.  He took my pants off and fingered me.

*Addiction unlocked. *

I hadn’t developed yet.  I was awkward and average.  I had pubic hair though.  He was licking right below my little dirty blonde tuft.  It was slow long licks like he was a big cat.  He looked me right in the eyes while doing it too.  I didn’t get it.  I loved how much he loved it but I didn’t understand why he was doing it.  He started fingering me at the same time.

Ok now I get it.

I could write songs about fingering.  Ode to the dexterity of the middle finger!  He pulled me off the sink and put me on my knees.  I was face to face with my first cock.

It was so long! He had a ton of black pubic hair.  Way too much.  He hadn’t showered.  I loved how it smelled though.  Dirty cock is one of the best smells on the  planet.  I inhaled that unwashed dick.

Pretty sure at this point he knew I was a virgin.  He said, “no teeth,” and had to instruct me on what else to do.  He was a good sport.  That cock was so long that my first blow job was all deep throat.  He watched me intensely, biting his bottom lip as he pushed his dick further down my throat.  He finished himself off into my mouth, squeezing out what little cum I can remember.  He probably masturbated as much as I did.

I was a pillow humper.  I was always ashamed of it until I made porn as an adult and men paid a lot of money to watch me fuck a pillow.  As a kid though, who didn’t understand what their body was going through, laying belly down spread open on some balled up sheets relieved the demand my groin needed.  Light thrusting just felt right.

At about eleven or twelve I was face fucking my T-Rex stuffed animal.  I had my first orgasm doing this.  The warm tingling just kept getting more and more intense so I rubbed my exposed pussy into it harder and faster.  It had total control over me until I felt my stomach explode and everything got hot.  “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??!  WHAT. THE. FUCK….WAS THAT???” was all I could scream in my mind after it happened.  My bedroom door was closed and locked from then on.

I’d get this urge randomly too.  I started humping folded up towels.  The corners gave me that soft but hardened edge.  I would scrunch them up and straddle the corner and push my little pussy into it and go to town.  The pounding right at my hood was unreal.  Tingling again went down my legs and all over my brain.  I did this a few times a day.  I was quite the little monster and well acquainted with bathroom floors and locked doors.

When my Puerto Rican classmate and I zipped up our pants I was feeling all sorts of feelings.  But mostly I felt cheated.  Not because I wanted a boyfriend or anything but because I wasn’t done with him yet.  Neither one of us were aware of the demon that was just created.  The Mistress to be…

Just kidding I knew.  And I went right over to his older brother as soon as we left that bathroom.

He was 17, glasses, cute, clean-shaven and showered.  We went to the boys bathroom this time.  I noticed immediately he had a different technique.

“Oh, so they’re all different.” I thought to myself.

He took my pants off while kissing me.  His glasses fogged up.

He laid me on the bathroom floor completely naked and fingered me just to watch my facial expressions.

He did this for a while.  It was just me and my bush on that cold floor.

I didn’t like laying there because *gross* public bathrooms, but I distinctly remember him staring silently.

He kissed differently.  His tongue wasn’t always deep down my throat.  He was really gentle.  His cock wasn’t as long.  It was pretty though and smelled clean.  He came much faster, ate me out for longer, and was kinder.  He wasn’t as greedy as his younger brother.  It took me a couple of years to understand the difference between the two.  Fear… and probably some compassion.

A few weeks later I was in the woods with his best friend.

I had a bad reputation.

Honestly though, I didn’t know what I was doing.  Also, I didn’t care because I couldn’t speak the language for like the first year and that was my big golden debut!  Like, here I am Puerto Rico ! I’m a horny blonde with the sex drive of an unhinged predator! And I need to feed my curiosities NOW!

Seriously though, I thank the Goddesses every day for moving me and my family to Puerto Rico during puberty.  Like- it’s in my daily routine of gratitude.  ‘Praise be all Hecate! Thank you for this food, this life of blessings and thank you so much FOR MOVING ME TO PUERTO RICO WHEN I WAS 13!’

Puerto Ricans seemed built for love and love making.  The whole island is just sex.  This is evident the minute you get off the plane.  You know something is different in the air.  It wasn’t just me.  I was the luckiest teenager in the world!  My pillows??  Not so much…

I had no reason to have actual sex with anybody.  I got off just fine dry humping with clothes on.  I was told at a very young age, “Boys only want one thing.  Don’t give it to them.”  So I didn’t.  I took only what I wanted and watched as they would either chase me to no end, fall in love or go about their business.

My first lesson of power.  Plus, getting finger banged put me in enough ecstasy, as did making out for hours and I do mean HOURS.  Why put myself at risk for STDs or pregnancy?  What purpose did that serve? There was no point.  Sex did not serve me at all.

I was sneaking boys onto the military base.  I was sneaking off the military base.  Beaches, pools, movie theatres, boats, playgrounds, bathrooms- you name it.  A tropical paradise!  Seduction seemed effortless.  Anyone I wanted I just had to make eye contact and flick my blonde hair.  All that and still a virgin.  Well.  Sort of…

There was that best friend in the woods…