The Making of a Soccer Mom Slut
(In 12 Easy Steps)
Step 1: Begin at the Beginning
All participants in this story are at least 18 years of age.
I grew up in a small town close to Napa Valley, California. We used to walk back and forth to school then -- it was about 2 miles one way and we could have taken the bus, but my brothers and sisters and me liked walking -- we would fool around in an abandoned building for a while, play Frisbee in an open-air park, then go raid the local orchard for apples before making our way home. There were a handful of people that walked with us, one of them being a friend of my brother Kevin. His name was Benny and I had a major crush on him but I didn't know how to act on it.
You can imagine my delight when Kevin told me Benny was going to spend the night one Saturday! It was also weird, because our parents never let anyone spend the night. I found out years later that Benny's parents asked my mom and dad if he could stay while they took care of a sick relative, but at the time, all I could think about was how I could get Benny to myself for a little while. I had no idea what I was going to do once I got him alone, but I was eighteen and had never been kissed. I was always thinking of boys back then. At the same time, I was completely innocent. I thought -- maybe -- I'd get to make out with Benny. Sometimes, when I look back on it now, I wonder if I would have been so eager to get with him if I knew what was going to happen later.
Making out -- that's all I was thinking about at the time, seriously - just maybe making out with him, and maybe I'd let him feel my tits. I mean, I knew what sex was -- I had older brothers! I had even played with myself a few times by then so I wasn't a total innocent. But I had never been with a real boy -- just in my dreams. I remember I was very excited. I remember -- and this is kind of embarrassing to admit -- in the days leading up to that Saturday, I had to change my panties a lot. I got really wet thinking about him.
So after he got there on Saturday (late in the afternoon), I organized a game of "bomb the boombastics" -- it was a stupid game my brothers had made up and involved throwing rotten apples at each other. We had to pick one person to be the "boomer" (the apple thrower) and then it was a lot like hide and seek, only you were trying to not get smacked in the head with an apple too. I thought it was perfect for what I had in mind. When the game started, my sister Lita was "the Boombastic" and we all ran off for the apple orchard and other places to hide around the house.
I thought the abandoned building would be the perfect place to hide. At least that's what I made Benny think. I made motions for him to follow me. "I know the best spot," I whispered at him. He just thought we were playing a stupid game. Ha. He ran after me. The sun was going down.
I went into the building and motioned for Benny to follow me. When we were inside, I took him to a room that only Kevin and I had ever gone in before, way in the back. It was like a basement area, but there was a room up above that looked down into it, so there was some light to see by. I pushed Benny into a corner and pressed myself against him and acted like I was scared.
"It's dark, Benny," I whined.
"It's ok," he said. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight. "I'll hide you."
I could go into a whole "suddenly we were kissing" kind of thing, but it was way more primal than that! Suddenly, we were kissing! He reached around and grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter, pressing my cutoff Jordache Jeans into his bulge and I just lifted my head up to him and we locked lips. It was youthful and animalistic. Tongues were flying. I was all tingly between my legs.
