I've always been a church going girl; a "real" Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to "break the girl." They wanted to change me from the "good, virginal girl" to "one of them."
They told me I should read "Mr. Maybe," which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other's sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully "broke me" but they didn't know that: I kept up the "virginal" reputation throughout high school.
I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don't know the real me.
My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked.
All of the sudden there was a shadow above me and the last time I had looked there were no clouds to be seen anywhere in the sky. To my surprise, after looking up, I saw my 45 year old, married next-door neighbor with a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. This wasn't your average bulge. I could tell that his cock was huge and long and very hard. My nipples immediately perked up and I could feel myself starting to get wet.
