Diary of a Slut

If there was one thing for certain about Carrie Barlow it was that she was an absolutely unmitigated slut. That must be clearly understood or you will never fully appreciate the stories I am going to relate to you.

There were some who preferred to call her a whore. I guess they thought it sounded a wee bit more dignified, as if a whore simply enjoyed sex - or got paid for it - white a slut was a nasty minx who engaged in all sorts of undignified sexual exploits. And by those standards Carrie was, indeed, a slut. Yes, she was.

Regardless of the adjective you choose, Carrie liked to fuck and, truth be told, while it took her a little bit to discover herself and open up - literally and figuratively - to all the possibilities available to her, she proved a very astute learner. Over time, she became pretty god-damn good at it. All of it.

Her given name was Carrie Anne, after the 60's hit by The Hollies, and from the moment she realized the connection she hated it. As someone born in the 21st century, her relationship to the 60's was as remote as if it had been the Middle Ages. What's more, her parents were children of the 80's and never identified as Boomers. So, their decision to give her that name was always a mystery.

But, what pissed Carrie off even more, aside from the fact that she was an only child, was the fact that her parents insisted on using her full name every time they talked to her. It was always "Carrie Anne, can you set the table," or "Carrie Anne, have you done your homework."

She thought that maybe her folks did that because they found it amusing. Or maybe it was because they knew it annoyed the shit out of her. Either way, Carrie hated it...but that didn't stop her parents from referring to her as such, much to her constant dissatisfaction.

Now, it should be duly noted that Carrie wasn't born a slut. Although...honestly...is anybody? Yet, considering all the things she would end up doing, it was still a bit of a surprise.

In the beginning...sex was something Carrie gradually grew into the more comfortable she became. Eventually it was simply part and parcel of her identity. It was like a new outfit, something that is initially stiff and uncomfortable but then soon becomes a natural part of your ensemble, a favorite part of your wardrobe until it is simply something you cannot live without. That was Carrie when it came to sex and her own sexuality.

It wasn't until she had reached the age of eighteen - well past the point for most people - that Carrie fully and completely discovered her body. Up to then, her body held no special place and warranted no unique attention. It was merely something to look at, and usually not for very long.

She also possessed a modest and shy personality, something that attracted her to people in general. With Carrie, what you saw was what you got - she was genuine.

However, once she did discover her body and all of the various things it could do...well, it was as if she had opened Pandora's Box. Once that happened, there was no going back. That box would remain unlocked forever. Carrie went from being rather uninterested to an astute explorer of all things sexual, virtually overnight. Like with her school work, she endeavored to do her best - to please and be pleased...to be rewarded.

Carrie's sexual awakening, or maybe sexual reveal is a more appropriate description, happened innocently enough one evening as she stepped into the bathtub. Sliding down to get herself more comfortable under the warm water topped with millions of sudsy bubbles, Carrie's ass slipped a little too far. Water splashed down and hit her cute little pink pussy, causing an immediate and unexpected reaction throughout her entire body.

As the water pounded down on her most sensitive of places, Carrie's body warmed considerably - and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the tub. She instantly found that the feeling she was experiencing was an unbelievable sensation, so she lifted her legs up to rest her feet on the tile and spread them wide to expose her entire pelvic area. As the water hit and splashed down around her, the feeling was intense.

Of course, Carrie had touched herself before but more for exploratory purposes than anything else. Squeezing and playing with her small but perky tits or running a hand through her nicely trimmed pubes before fiddling with her pussy was something she was accustomed to.

But this...THIS was something completely different. Something unexpected. Something entirely new to her. She tilted her head back and shuddered, unable to stop herself from sighing loudly "Oh, wow!"

Needless to say, Carrie remained in place with the water running. As the tub grew increasingly full, the water continued pounding and splashing her pussy. Soon she was rubbing her clit, and the movement of her body caused the water to begin rolling back and forth.

Within just several minutes, Carrie experienced her very first orgasm. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets as she screamed out loud. "OH!" she cried, and the sound of her loud voice echoed off the walls and around the room.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door.

"Carrie Anne?" her mother asked. "Are you okay in there?"

Trying desperately to catch her breath and sound normal, she answered between panting. "Uh...yeah. "I just...slipped in the tub."

"Are you alright? Do you need me to come in?"

"NO!" she pleaded desperately. "I...I'm ok."

But after that night - after

that

experience - Carrie was hardly ok ever again. The way she felt, the tremendous contractions that had happened inside her pussy, was beyond description. It was something she was eager to experience again, and as often as possible.

From then on, Carrie could hardly keep her hands off her body. Not only did she insist on taking a bath every single night, she touched herself at every opportunity. First thing in the morning or in the shower or before falling asleep. She even ducked out of class a few times in order to rub one out in the girl's restroom.

Her body felt as if it was on fire, and it was a fire that proved difficult to extinguish. Though her body had lay dormant for years, now it was like a rocket launching into space and she was both excited and eager to explore new frontiers, to pursue other interests in an attempt to satisfy her curiosity with a desire to appease her new burgeoning sexual appetite.

Almost at once, she wanted to engage in as many sexual experiences as possible, with as many people as possible, in as many different ways as possible, and in as many different places as possible.

The only thing that initially put a damper on Carrie's new obsession was the fact that she lived in a very isolated community, potentially limiting her options.

Unfortunately for our girl Carrie, she had been born and had spent her entire life up to this point, in a small town situated about a hundred miles to the north and east of New York City. It was right smack in the middle of farm country in eastern Dutchess County, sharing a border with Connecticut.

For as scenic as the area was - and it

was

truly scenic - it's sad to say that the air was constantly filled with the pungent smell of cow shit. It was enough to suffocate you first thing in the morning. The odor was so strong you could practically taste it in your mouth the moment you stepped outside.

"Nothing like the smell of cow shit in the morning," her Dad would often say. And he was right. It was downright revolting.

This small town was spread out in every direction for miles, one farm after another amid the lush landscapes and forests, boasting a population just shy of ten thousand people. Most of them, like Carrie's parents, were lifelong inhabitants of this quaint community going back many generations.

The best thing about living in this town was that everyone knew everyone else. That sense of familiarity provided a great deal of comfort as well as an immense sense of security. In other ways, much more personal in nature, from time to time it made things as suffocating as the perpetual smell of cow shit.

Which brings me to the worst thing about living in this town. Everyone knew everyone else! By extension, everyone knew everyone else's business. More than one family had slipped away after some scandal broke and the social ostracism left them with no other choice. The local bank president who cheated on his wife with his secretary, and the socially ubiquitous Mr. & Mrs. Charles Johnson who were caught in an orgy with another couple are just two examples of people who skipped town in a hurry.

But, for the children in this town, and especially Carrie's senior class, they had grown up together and experienced nearly everything together with respect to school, sports, scouts, church, and any number of other various activities. In many respects, they viewed themselves as one large, extended family - and, truthfully, that was a pretty accurate description.

By the time they began their final year of high school, Carrie's graduating class numbered exactly 102 students. In addition, Carrie's particular class was considered something of an anomaly that year for a couple reasons. One, they had an equal ratio of boys to girls, exactly 51 of each. Second, they were the largest graduating class in the town's history.

Unsurprisingly, they were as close and tight a group of kids their little neck of the woods had known in quite some time, something Carrie and her classmates had always counted on and, in many ways, had taken for granted.

To her peers, and much of the community, Carrie was an outwardly genuine and lovely young lady who exhibited kindness and compassion. She had always been pretty much an open book and, as I already mentioned, what you saw was what you got with her. There was nothing outwardly fake or phony about her. Carrie, for all intents and purposes, was the all-American girl next door.

I point this out because as her senior year unfolded, those preconceived opinions would come in tremendously handy as people went to great lengths to keep her personal life - and theirs - extremely private. If anyone had known what was really going on...well, they just probably wouldn't have believed it. As it turned out, they didn't have to.

Which brings me back to the matter at hand. Carrie was a slut.

In the beginning...after her accidental, yet incredibly revealing and seismic orgasm in the bathtub, Carrie embraced all things sexual. Even in her small hometown, she would soon discover that opportunities were numerous - although they relied on trust and being discreet...something she would also become quite the expert in.

She stood at five feet, ten inches in height which, for a girl in particular, sometimes gave Carrie the appearance of being taller than she actually was, especially when slouched down at her desk in class where her legs seemed to stretch on forever.

Carrie was also a natural beauty, no makeup necessary. If any makeup was applied at all, there was very little - it was simply not needed. She had a slim build with pale blue eyes whose hue changed depending on the clothes she was wearing or the weather outside.

Her hair was light brown and straight, hanging midway down her back. Some days she would put it into ponytails that dangled in front of her chest, but usually she left it alone as it cascaded down nicely and, she thought, looked better flat.

Together with her demure and friendly manner, Carrie's appearance simply rounded out her overall character and contributed greatly to everyone's favorable opinion of her. She would certainly come to use that to her advantage - and sooner than anyone could have predicted.

Carrie lost her virginity in September of her senior year of high school, just as the newness of the semester began to wear off and the leaves started turning into their yearly complexions of yellow and orange and red.

Since her bathtub discovery, Carrie had been exploring her pussy in every way imaginable...and she had been filling it with anything she could find - a cucumber from the fridge, a banana from the kitchen counter, the curling iron by her bathroom sink. Even one of the narrow bed posts at the foot of her bed proved to be more than satisfactory at producing the needed and necessary orgasm she was continually craving.

More than anything, however, these items only seemed to increase her desire to know what a penis felt like inside her. Her desire for a real hard cock only grew more urgent while everything else merely served as a substitute for the real thing.

On the first full day of autumn, the neighbor boy Tommy McCain rapped on the outside screen door. He came over often to work on cars in the garage with Carrie's dad. Having no son of his own, and a daughter that had no interest whatsoever in anything mechanical, her dad formed a strong bond with Tommy.

So, it was no surprise when he wandered over that afternoon after school. Even though neither of Carrie's parents would be home for a few hours, Tommy would often come over and work by himself in the garage...but he always knocked on the door just to let Carrie know he was in there so it wouldn't alarm her. Ahhh...country folk!

What was a surprise was Carrie's reaction to his presence. She had just finished taking a shower - satisfying her insatiable desire to have an orgasm - and was covered only in a flowery fleece robe when she went to answer the door. She assumed it was Tommy and she was right.

When she greeted him, he stood there in silence, his mouth opening to speak but no sound came out. Yet, his eyes said everything as they roamed down her sleek frame, pausing briefly at her chest as he licked his lips, before finally making eye contact.

Needless to say, this excited Carrie immeasurably. She had been so preoccupied with discovering her body and pleasing herself that it didn't even occur to her that it might be pleasing to somebody else. It was a reaction she would never forget, learning immediately just how effective a tool her body could be.

Tommy's reaction, and the growing bulge in his pants, caused Carrie's body to instantly respond. It was as if liquid fire was being pumped from her heart to warm her insides. Despite having just climaxed in the shower, her pussy grew wet and her cheeks became flushed. She could feel her nipples become rock hard and wondered if they were visible beneath her robe.

She and Tommy had known each other practically from birth and had lived next door to one another their whole lives, but it was as if this was the first time they had ever laid eyes on each other. As he continued to stand there speechless, scanning her covered body to take in as much of her outline as possible, she did the same.

He was taller than her by several inches with an athletic physique and gorgeous blue eyes that captured his true nature. His moppy head of brown hair was slightly wavy, but his arm muscles bulged right out of his shirt as Carrie grew increasingly wet and her head began to swim. Suddenly, she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

When their eyes locked together, each was slow to respond. They just stared at one another.

"I...I just wanted to let you know..." Tommy began at last, then swallowed hard. "Jesus, Carrie..." he stammered. "You look...different."

She didn't respond. She couldn't. Her heart was pounding so hard and so loud she felt certain he could hear it.

"I mean..." he began again, then started chuckling to himself. It was a nervous chuckle from finding himself in a position he never imagined possible. "I'll be in the garage." He turned abruptly and practically ran down the steps and away from the front of the house.

Shutting the door, Carrie turned around but stood motionless. They had shared a moment together - a wonderful, awkward, exhilarating moment - and she wanted it to last forever. For the first time in her life, Carrie felt alive - her body awakened anew - and she wanted to explore this unexpected new feeling.

But, there were two immediate problems. First, what was she supposed to do? She never went into the garage when Tommy was working there and was unsure exactly how to proceed. Second, Tommy had a girlfriend. He had just started dating Claudia Nichols toward the end of summer and, like nearly everyone else in town, Carrie had known Claudia forever. They had been in Girl Scouts together for the longest time and liked one another.

Yet...the desire to see Tommy naked - to run her hands over his body and play with his hard cock - was all she could think about at the moment. Just the thought of it overwhelmed her senses. She also wanted him to look at her. To look at her the way he had in the doorway...to look at all of her, to touch her, feel her, play with her. It was too much and her body began to shiver.

Her mind raced as she weighed the pros and cons of doing anything with Tommy. Her heart - her body - screamed with desire while her mind remained cautious. Carrie began to pace around the living room without any real awareness before making her way into the kitchen where she began washing the few dirty dishes left in the sink from breakfast.

Ultimately, after she had thought about it to the point of madness, Carrie decided there was no better time than now - no better person than Tommy. Who better to explore with than someone she had known her whole life. There would be time to worry about Claudia and any other consequences later.

Quickly hatching up a plan, Carrie put things into motion. Tightening her robe, she walked into the garage through the mud room door adjacent to the kitchen. She was holding two glasses. Quietly making her way down the side aisle, she heard faint music playing in the background.

Caught by complete surprise by her presence, Tommy jumped so high he nearly hit his head on the raised hood of the vintage blue metallic Dodge Challenger he had been tinkering with.

"Christ Almighty, Carrie...you damn near gave me a heart attack," he exclaimed, backing up. His eyes once again immediately roamed over her body, from the top of her head all the way down to her bare feet.

"I thought maybe you would care for some lemonade." Carrie offered him one of the glasses.

His focus quickly shifted to her face. In all the time he had been coming over to her house to help her dad, in all the years he had known Carrie in fact, she had never - not once - offered him something to drink. His raised eyebrow revealed suspicion.

She pushed the glass of lemonade in his hand and took a step backward. "What?" she asked demurely.

He swallowed half the glass in one large gulp without taking his eyes off her. "What do you really want?"

Carrie looked at him with mild surprise and almost backed out. If it had been anyone other than Tommy standing in front of her, she wasn't sure she could go through with it. After taking a long, slow breath she stepped forward and spoke very softly and shakily, a result of her nervousness.

"Do you want to see me naked?" She had never said something as audacious as this in her life and a part of her couldn't believe she was saying it now.

Tommy answered so quickly that the sound of his voice startled him. "Yes!"

Carrie relaxed and smiled brightly. "You do?"

"Yeah - of course I do," he replied, grinning at her.

She pressed on. "Can I see you naked too?"

Tommy looked quizzically at her, realizing for the first time that maybe she was curious about his body just as much as he was curious about hers. Still, nobody had ever asked to see him naked, not even his girlfriend Claudia. "Sure...if you want."

"I do," she answered quietly. She leaned forward and took Tommy by the hand. "Come on." She led him back through the door into the kitchen, then proceeded up the stairs to her bedroom.

Once inside, she locked the door and turned to face him. The bulge in his pants was huge, and she reached out to rub a hand over it, amazed at her own boldness. "You're really hard."