Day 2
I woke up thinking of Derrick, I knew I had to fuck someone else soon, and Derrick was defiantly sexy enough to get me wet. But as the day progressed I began to worry that I wouldn't be good enough for him, I was pretty sure he'd had sex before- probably with dozens of different girls. I didn't want him to think I wasn't any good at it, or laugh at me. I needed a few people to 'practice' with.
I spent ages trying to think who else. It was Sunday, so I wouldn't see most of the boys from school- or work, that didn't leave many people. I considered Billy from next door, but fucking someone with less sexual experience then me was not going to help me. In the end there was only one choice. Josh, my ex.
He was a prick, but at least I knew he was not a virgin and I knew he liked me. I gave him a phone call and he was surprised and suspicious. I convinced him that I just wanted to talk about 'us' (sounding intentionally vague) and that I wasn't angry with him any more. I must have made him curious because he agreed to meet me at 'our spot'.
'Our spot' was a small secluded park with an overgrown tree patch. We used to go there to make out- he was always trying to fuck me there. I arrived an hour later wearing a light and airy dress, and no underwear. Mum caught a glance of me as I left the house and she gave me a knowing and unapproving look. Normally a lecture would have followed, but she had just looked back to the TV and let me go.
Josh's car pulled up just a while after I got there, he sat there parked for a few minutes- like he was trying to decide weather or not to drive away or get out of the car. After what felt like an eternity he stepped out and walked over to me on the swings. I saw him looking me up and down, and he noticed I was not wearing a bra. When he looked up from my tits I just smiled at him.
He was my age, tall and athletic. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't fat. His hair was sandy brown and as he approached me I noticed he was trying to grow a little beard. It looked ridiculous and I had to fight back the urge to laugh. He was dressed in jeans and a heavy t-shirt, which told me he had not expected sex, he always wore shorts when he was hoping to get layed.
I didn't want him thinking I was his new little slut, so I played it cool. We talked and talked for at least an hour before I started to flirt with him, letting him think he was leading. I turned his little advances back a few times, but leaving him with enough signals that he wouldn't just give up on me. I may not have fucked any men until the day beforehand, but I knew how to have them eating out of the palm of my hand.