Ever since I was young I had a feeling I was going to be famous. So I started writing a diary at a very young age. Now it's time to write my anonymous erotic short story.
I grew up a happy sassy toe head, in a small northwest logging town. We moved there as I entered the third grade. Everyone knows your business in this small town. My parents were very active in the community. We lived a good life. I was cute friendly, outgoing and popular. All through school I was in sports, cheerleading, brownies, girl scouts. Good grades and went to church every Sunday.
As the years went by. I matured quicker than most of my female classmates. The boys seemed to notice me more every year. When I reached the eighth grade. My breasts got big for my small frame. By the time I got to high school. I was quite popular. With my long blonde hair, blue eyes, thin athletic body and big round breasts. I'm not going to apologize for that. I blame it on my parents, good genes. My father was a handsome man and my mother was a beauty queen at 18. I am not an arrogant person either. I was popular because I was a kind and loyal friend to everyone.
All through high school I never had a boyfriend. I was not attracted to their adolescent immaturity. Sure I went to all the proms and school dances. I always went with the hottest most popular guys. But I was a good girl. I didn't want a reputation. Word gets around in our small town.
End of sophomore year my life took a drastic change. My mother died of cancer. I got very depressed and somewhat reclusive. I even stopped dating. I missed my mother very much. She was a supportive mom and my confidante. My brother, sister and I were left to our father. He worked long hours to give us kids a comfortable life. All my relatives lived far away. At one point my grandmother came to live with us to help my father. I was the oldest. So I felt a responsibility to set a good example for my younger brother and sister. I knew I wanted to go to college and make a life outside this little town. I knew my father was not going to pay for it. Nor did I want him to.
Through my junior and senior year, I took a job before school and on the weekends. I needed to start saving money for college. I needed to start thinking like a grown-up. My mother was not there to protect me anymore. I was tired most of the time. I missed several school functions. Because I always had to get up early for work. I even received school credit for missing half the day on Mondays. But I did manage to become the head cheerleader and homecoming queen in my senior year.
One day I found one of my dad's Playboy magazines in the closet. This was before the internet. So it was one of few ways to see naked girls. When I saw these girls I realized. I looked better naked than most of them.
It is cold and rainy in the region I grew up. I started thinking seriously about making a life for myself and what that would be. I wanted to live in a tropical climate. Wear skimpy clothes. See palm trees, beaches and play half-naked in the warm sun.
After high school graduation, I attended university to study art and music. During my second year, the drawing instructor asked if I would model for her night classes. I said yes. She asked if I would like to pose nude. I said no. I was too shy for that. I didn't want artwork of my fully naked body hanging in the campus gallery. But they supplied me with a skin-tight flesh colored body suit.
As I got more comfortable with modeling I started wearing one of my tiny string bikinis. About all it covered was my nipples and thong bottoms that made my butt look entirely bare. I kinda liked the attention and it paid for my tuition. Imagine a twenty-year-old body in this tiny bikini top. Big round 34-D tits and all that cleavage hanging out. Twenty-two-inch waist and curvy little hips. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bubble ass. Every straight male artist in the place must have had a boner. Makes me horny just thinking about them. Their enrollment filled every quarter because of me.
One day they asked if I would pose with a male model. They offered us extra cash for that. I would have done it for my regular fee. Getting paid to have a hot guy hanging all over me. They asked me to bring my string bikini and thong. They wanted to get us as close to nude without seeing his dong.
When I arrived they introduced me to this tall, handsome guy. They said he is one of the schools football players. My oh my! The instructor had us get into various poses. We were hanging all over each other. At one point touching noses. We were sitting on a large cushion in embrace. I was sitting on his lap. One of my legs wrapped around his back. My clit touching in just the right place. He was wearing a flesh-colored speedo. One of my breasts pressed against his chest. I could see his bulge. He had the biggest boner I'd ever seen. No one in the class could see it but me. He knew it was just our little secrecy. I wanted to touch it. But there were twenty artists in the room. He was so gorgeous with his muscular arms, wide shoulders, six pack and that boner stretching across his lap. He even smelled good. I sat there in that pose with nothing better to think. But my hand going into those trunks to stroke that snake. I just wanted to feel a real cock inside. I was getting all wet dreaming about my first big ride.
We did several modeling jobs together. One day he asked me out for dinner. I thought, it's about time. He was such a nice guy. I am a good girl. Even good girls have needs. Like a tasty salami between my knees. We had something in common. Him a football player and me a beauty queen. I couldn't stop thinking. What that penis looks like all spit-shined and clean. I know he wants me. What guy wouldn't want to press up against these double-d's. I wanted him. Didn't want to waste more time. I asked if he would come to my place for tea or red wine. When we got in the door. He gave me a big kiss. I got down on my knees for a glimpse of that penis. By the time we hit the bed. He was already hard. I could feel that massive member surging to go that extra yard. He started with his hand under my shirt. I loved it. I almost came when he rubbed my nipples. It kinda hurt. They are as sensitive as my clit. If I can get those two played together. I'd never ask him to quit. All I wanted to do was get my hands on that dick.
