Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Brother, Sister, BDSM, DomSub, Spanking, Rough, Group Sex, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Interracial, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, School, Transformation, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A story about a sheltered, religious girl and her encounters with a group of 'deviants' who help her learn who she really wants to be.

I lost my virginity at 14. It was my first day of public high school and I showed up bright eyed and bushy tailed, excited for a new chapter in my life and happy to finally be free of my home. I had started to blossom over the summer. While I was still thin, I didn't look like a boy anymore. My pubescent body was starting to show hints of curves and my rump was round and firm from a full summer of swimming and running on my family's property.

Even more exciting, though, was the fact that I had started getting breasts, just like my sisters! Sure, I was just barely out of my training bra, but I still wore a tight baby blue shirt to school, proudly showing off my new assets. Along with my new khakis and cute wedge heels, I felt like a woman, beautiful and sophisticated, walking into school that day. Excited and anxious, I ducked into the bathroom to do a final check of my outfit and the hint of makeup I was finally allowed to wear.

I grinned at my own reflection in the scratched mirror, turning this way and that to get a better look at the woman I had become. Having lost the last of my baby fat over the summer, my heart shaped face was now more angular, my wide blue eyes set atop high cheek bones. My slightly upturned nose was still small, but I was starting to think it gave me a cute look, especially when coupled with my somewhat pouty lips. My naturally wavy hair was actually behaving for once, falling in a golden cascade about my face, framing it perfectly. Giddy and satisfied, I happily exited the bathroom, shoulders back and chest thrust forward, as I made my way towards the somewhat muted roar of students in the gym, waiting for school to start.

I was reaching for the gym door when I heard a muffled grunt, followed by a thump. Curious, I looked around me, seeing only the two bathroom doors and another, labeled Boy's locker room. Biting my well glossed lip, I tip toed up to the door, pressing my ear against the wood and covering my other against the sounds of the gym, just a few feet away. I heard mummbled voices and a laugh, followed by another thump. We weren't supposed to go anywhere but the gym on the first day.

Not wanting to get in trouble, but not wanting anyone else to, either, I carefully cracked the door open and peeked inside. I saw a row of lockers and not much else, the room clean and still smelling of bleach from a previous cleaning. A shuffling sound, louder now, reached my ears and I slowly slipped into the room, letting the door close quietly behind me. Scanning the room again, I spotted an opening behind the row of lockers, leading back to what were probably the showers.

Heading that way, I noticed a new sound, a muffled groaning of what sounded like pain. The color drained from my face and I picked up my pace to a run. As I turned the corner, I froze in mid-step and blinked, my mind trying to recognize what I was seeing. Instead of someone laying on the floor in pain like I was expecting, I saw a huge boy, easily a head taller than my 5'5, holding a girl who looked older than me down to the ground, his face hidden as he did something to her neck. She was naked from the waist down and another boy was kneeling between her legs, doing something I couldn't see from my angle.

The girl looked like she was in pain, her face contorted in a way I had only seen when my friend Heather fell down and broke her ankle a couple of years ago. I must have gasped or made a sound, because the girl's head turned in my direction, half-closed eyes flying wide open when she saw me. She cussed, drawing the boy's attention to me. I tried to turn and run but I was frozen, confused and terrified by what I was seeing. What were they doing to her? And why wasn't she fighting them?

I gulped as I looked at the second boy's face, the one who had been between her legs. The area around his lips were shining with something wet and as he wiped it away, the first boy stood and the girl scrambled over to a pile of cloth that I assumed were her pants. Something clicked in my brain and I started to get feeling in my legs again, some deep instinct telling me to run. I spun around, but had only gotten a couple of steps away when I felt an arm wrap around me and a hand covering my mouth, muffling the scream I had cried. The world spun for a moment and then I felt something cold against my back: The cements wall.

The hand was still on my mouth and I felt a brief disappointment at my smeared lip gloss before realizing I had a much bigger problem in my hands. I raised my eyes to the pair above me, a deep brown that made me shudder. It was the first boy I had seen, the one who had been kissing the girl's neck. He was huge, towering over me and his face having a hint of stubble that put him as definitely older than me. Maybe a senior. I heard movement behind him, but couldn't tear my eyes away, my body trembling.

"Now, now," he said, his voice deep and smelling vaguely of smoke, "We can't have you just running out and telling a teacher what you saw, can we?" I tried to shake my head, but couldn't. His grip was way too strong for me to move.

"Are you going to scream?" he asked and, terrified he would hurt me if I did, let out a small, muffled "uh-uh" that sounded more like "mmh-mmh". Apparently satisfied by my answer, he moved his hand from my mouth, though kept my pinned against the wall with his other arm. Taking a clean breath, I saw the other two people approach. The boy seemed to be a little shorter than the one holding me, though definitely on the skinnier side with long, dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes were narrow and the word Asian flicked through my mind.

I had never seen an Asian person face to face before. Sure, there were always one or two in the books my dad got me when he taught me from home, but on our rare excursions from the house, everyone I had ever seen had been the same pale color as me. When I looked at the girl, I saw that like the boy holding me to the wall, she was also white, though she had dark, wavy hair and curves that I would have been envious of had the circumstances been different. She looked angry, which confused me even further.

A tightened hand on my arm jerked my attention back to my captor. He didn't look angry like the girl, but rather calm and collected, making me relax a little bit.

"Amber. Lucas." He was talking to the two people behind us. "I'll take care of this, ok? If i'm not in class by the time the bell rings, tell the teacher i'm not feeling well, but should be in class soon."

"You're not going to hurt her, are you?" The question came from the girl as she picked up her purse. The boy, Lucas, didn't say a word, just stared at me with his fox-like eyes.

"Of course not." My captor smiled, surprising me with it's warmth. "I'm just going to talk to her. I don't trust you to, seeing as you pretty much just got cock blocked, and Lucas will just scare her. Now, go on. I'm just going to make sure she doesn't talk."

I saw the girl shrug and grab the boy by the arm, leading his past the wall and out of view. Only once we heard the door shut did my captor speak.

"I'm going to let you sit down, ok?" I slowly nodded, adrenaline leaving me shaky, and was grateful when he let me slide to sit on the cold concrete of the shower. He sat across from me and slightly to the side, blocking the easy way out of the way. The showers were huge, a long concrete and tile expanse with no walls aside from the one seperating it from the lockers. Even so, with the way he was sitting, I wouldn't be able to jump up and get out without him catching me.

"What's your name?" He asked, as casual as if nothing had happened. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes. My eyes went wide. I had never seen anyone smoke. My dad said people who smoked were disgusting and going to hell.

Reaching up to my neck, I fingered my little crystal cross, a gift from my dad to protect me from evil, he had said.

"My name is Rachel." I said, my voice a bit squeeky. I cleared my throat, embarrassed. He nodded as he lit his cigarette, taking a breath from it and looking at me, exhaling before he spoke.

"I'm Blane. It's nice to meet you, Rachel." He extended his free hand as he took another hit from his cigarette. I reached out and gave him a small handshake, my hand looking absurdly small inside of his. "I'm sorry it couldn't be under better circumstances."

I just looked down as I released his hand, not knowing what to say. We sat in silence as I gazed at the floor, unsure of what to do or say. After a minute, he extended his cigarette to me, offering.

"Want some?" he asked, still looking at me. Caught off guard, I shook my head, sending my golden hair flying about my face.

"No way!" I blurted, "I'll go to Hell!" I immediately covered my mouth, with both hands, sure I had just been rude and angered him. When my eyes darted to his face, though, all I saw was a flash of surprise before he burst into laughter, a deep, warm laugh. I sat there, perplexed at what had been so funny, before he got control of himself.

"No, you won't. Who the hell told you that?" He was still chuckling, but at least he wasn't mad, and I slowly started to relax.

"My dad," I said, "He told me people who smoke are disgusting and are going to Hell." My hand had moved back to my necklace and I saw him glance at it with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, shit. Don't tell me you're one of those religious freaks who thinks that everyone who isn't white and middle-classed is going to burn for eternity."

I blushed, indignant. "My father wouldn't lie to me! And not everyone is going there. Just smokers, drug addicts, drunks, pedophiles, whores, and fornicators." I sat up a little more, proud I had been able to remember my dad's lessons, then slumped in dismay when Blane started another laughing fit, falling over onto the floor and holding his side.

Crossing my arms, I felt my face warm as I waited for him to calm down. It took longer this time and I was just starting to wonder what time it was when he finally sat up, wiping tears from his face. I glowered at the floor, embarrassed and angry and confused.

"Aw, don't be upset, baby." He put his finger under my chin, lifting it up so I would look at him. He was grinning, showing beautifully white teeth, and I couldn't help but smile a little back. It felt rude not to.

"Do you want to know why I thought it was funny?" he asked, and I nodded, patiently waiting as he lit up another cigarette from the end of the first one. I had never met anyone who didn't believe what my dad and I did.

"I laughed because most of the people you just named off make up the majority of the world. People drink, smoke, and fuck all the time. Hell, even your old man has 'fornicated' before."

I gasped, offended for my father. "My dad would never commit a sin! He's a good, God-fearing man! He wouldn't fornicate! No pure human would!" I ground my teeth, angry at this man. First he keeps me trapped in this locker room, possibly missing my first day of school ever, and now he insults my family!

Blane raised an eyebrow. "Honey, how do you think you got here? People have to fuck to make babies." He took a hit from his cigarette, flicking the ashes down a drain as he looked at me curiously. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm fourteen. And my father told me that babies are a gift from God when a pure couple love each other."

He sat there for a minute, then sighed. "You're telling me that you're fourteen years old and you have never, ever heard of sex. Ever. I mean, what did you think we were doing when you saw us?"

I remembered the jummbled mix of bodies I had seen on the floor. "I thought you were hurting her." I said, starting to feel miserable. "She looked like she was in pain."

Blane laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, no. She was far from in pain, baby. She was enjoying it. What you saw was called foreplay, which is what happens before sex. You seriously don't know any of this?"

I slowly shook my head, embarassed, and feeling like I was left out of some big secret that everyone knew about but me.

Blane sat there for a minute, as if thinking. Finally, he stamped his cigarette out on the ground and stood, offering me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up, not letting go as he made his way towards an exit I hadn't seen before.

"Come on. This is pitiful. No one should be this sheltered." He shoved open the door, the sunlight blinding me as I stummbled behind him. Once my eyes adjusted, I looked around, seeing the back of the school and what I assumed was the student parking lot.

"Where ... where are we going?" I asked, trying to keep up with his pace, "I have to go to school! It's my first day!" I glanced back at the retreating building.

"We're going to my car. Don't worry, you won't get in trouble if you miss today. It's only a half day, anyway. All they do is hand out papers. Just tell them you got lost."

Swallowing my argument, I nodded and remained silent until we approached an SUV with tinted windows and dark red paint. Leaving me where I was, I unlocked the car and started it, but didn't get in. Instead, he walked around to the back and opened the trunk, motioning me over. As I cautiously walked over, he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and set me in the back, climbing in himself before shutting the door. I looked around, seeing it was the type of vehicle where you could remove the back seats, leaving only the driver and passenger seats. It was hot, but the AC was blowing from all the vents and starting to cool it down.

I looked over to see Blane laying out a blanket, then dragging me on top of it once he was satisfied. I curled into myself, staying small, though I didn't need to. This car was huge.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you and i'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, ok?" When I nodded, he sat down across from me and continued. "Look, what your dad has been telling you is all crap. Before you argue with me, let me explain, ok?"

I nodded again. "Alright, what your dad calls fornication, I call fucking. Fucking is sex. Sex is what people do to make each other feel good and, if they want, to make babies. Got that? I'm not going to give you the whole speech, but that's the jist of it. Now, how sex happens is a man puts his cock into a woman's cunt. Do you know what either of those are?"

"M-My dad told me a cu- ... That word is a cuss word meaning vagina and only women have vaginas. Men have penises."

"Right. Cocks and cunts. Now, that's how you have sex, but there's a slew of other things you can do to each other that feel good, though not as good as sex. One is what you saw Lucas doing to Amber in there. That's called oral sex. It's where he takes his tongue and licks a woman's cunt. It feels really good. The other way to do it is for a girl to suck a guy's cock. Understand?"

Though I was still confused, I nodded. Why was he telling me all of this? And why hadn't my dad? I thought that making people feel good was a good thing to do.

"Now, does that sound evil? Doing something to someone that makes them feel good and happy?" Blane leaned against the wall of the car, looking at me as I shook my head.

"Have you ever even seen a cock? In pictures, on the internet, or anything?"

"No. My dad said the internet is evil and the only pictures we have are of family and Jesus."

Blane sighed, nodding as if he was expecting my answer. He looked at me for another moment, then started to unfasten his pants. I stiffened, eyes wide as I looked away quickly.

"Hey, now. None of that. I'm just going to show you. It won't bite." He reached over, grasping my face and turning it back towards him. He had scooted closer, his pants undone. "Aren't you curious?"

I thought about it for a minute, biting my lip in thought. In just a little while, Blane had made me start questioning my dad, the one person who I thought would never lie to me. If sex wasn't a bad thing, then why should looking at a penis be? My dad had once beaten me for accidently walking in on him in the bathroom while he was naked, telling me it was a sin to see men naked. But was it really?

Blane was still looking at me in question and I nodded, pushing away thoughts of my dad. I'd sort those out later. Acknowledging my acceptance, Blane reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, holding it to give me a good view. Gazing down at it, I couldn't help but wonder what the big deal was. He was mostly limp, the skin pale and a mushroom head at the tip. Without thinking, I reached out to touch it, curious about how it felt.

I heard Blane gasp and jump a little as my fingers touched the smooth flesh and, to my fascination, it started to grow. I withdrew my hand quickly, making him chuckle.

"It's ok," he said, "They're supposed to do that. See, it's all soft now, but when I get horny, it grows and gets hard. Do you want to see?"

I nodded, not hesitating anymore. I was completely fascinated by this new discovery and before he could say anything else, I reached out and grasped him in my hand, drawing a soft gasp from him once again. His cock jumped in my hand, surprising me and making me giggle. It was kind of cute, actually, with it's big purple head. Blane reached down, his hand gently touching mine as he started to move it up and down, running my fingers over his cock. When he pulled his hand away, I kept up the rhythm and he leaned back, sighing happily as he murmured words of praise and encouragement.

I shifted where I sat, feeling my pulse speed up and a wetness between my legs that made me blush. I had felt this before, but only after I woke up from dreams that I couldn't remember, dreams that left me wanting something that I couldn't think of. My eyes stayed glued to his cock as I watched it grow bigger and bigger until my hand could barely fit all the way around it. It had to be a good 8 inches long from what I could see before it stopped growing and I looked at Blane, not sure what to do now. I was shocked to see the look on his face, similar to that of the girl I had seen earlier, but now I could tell it wasn't pain. He was happy.

A shot of molten fire shot down to my vagina, what he called a cunt, shocking me and making me gasp. His eyes barely cracked open and a small smile played on his lips. Why hadn't I noticed how full and beautiful they were before?

"Enjoying yourself?" he murmured, his voice low and the tone of it striking something in me I hadn't felt before. I nodded my head, my trembling hand still inexpertly stroking his cock as I resisted the urge to wiggle against the floor of the SUV. I felt desperate, yet happy. It was confusing.

"Here, let me return the favor." He leaned forward, pulling my hand away from him as I whimpered in protest. He chuckled, unfastening the buttons of my khakis. I let him do it, my eyes glued to his. I realized my breathing was heavy and I tried to control it, embarassed. He must have noticed, because he smiled at me as he tugged my pants down my small frame, setting them off to the side to leave me in my white cotton undies.

"Don't try to control yourself, baby." he whispered, leaning forward so he could hook my underwear with his thumbs and slowly pull them down. I gasped as the now cold air of the car hit my wet cunt, the sensation causing me to shudder. "I'm just returning the favor. I want to show you what it feels like for someone to make you feel good."

Unable to protest even if I was willing, I nodded my head, my mind fuzzy. Gently, Blane laid my back on the blanket, pushing my pants under my head as a pillow. He spread my legs and I could see the heat in his eyes as he looked over my young body, naked from the waist down. His fingers traced lightly over my hairless mound, causing me to squeek and shudder, a reaction he seemed to like.

Beneath my bra, I could feel my nipples start to harden and ache and my bra suddenly felt too small. Feeling like I could suffocate, I arched my back and reached behind me, unfastening my bra and tugging it off through my shirt, panting in releaf as the cold air touched my nipples, bringing me the feeling of being able to breathe again. I heard a low whistle and looked down to see Blane's eyes glued to my chest.

"Nice little titties." he said, his fingers making an achingly delicious trail across my lower lips. Giving me a sly grin, he began to run his middle finger up and down my wet slit, causing me to wiggle and groan. My blood felt like it was on fire, the heat only increasing down there. Dear God, is this what I made him feel? This was wonderful.

I felt a weight on top of me and opened my eyes, which I hadn't realized had slid shut, to find Blane kneeling over me. "Ready?" he asked. I blinked up at him, shocked. There was more? This wasn't all?

Taking my shocked silence as a yes, I felt him slowly start to push his finger into me. I moaned, a sound so deep and full of yearning that it surprised me. Liquid fire. Oh God, my whole body was on fire!

I felt something in me click, something change. Like they had a mind of their own, my hips arched, pushing his finger in deeper and causing him to laugh. I could feel his hard cock against my leg. I wasn't even touching him and he was excited! He leaned down, his lips kissing my neck softly and, in a moment of pleasurable realization, I remembered that this is what he had been doing to that girl. Wondering if my face looked like hers, I tilted my head to give him full access to my neck, which he began to explore with vigor.

His finger began to move in an out of me, slick and delicious as his lips moved up and down my neck. I felt his warm breath on my ear as he whispered, "Enjoying your fingering?" That's what this was. It was fingering and I was loving it. I had never felt any of this before and now, as I laid beneath him, I couldn't help but wonder how empty my life had been before this. God, why didn't I know about this?

"Want more... ?" he whispered, and I nodded vigorously, not completely understanding the question, just knowing that if this could get better, I wanted more! I felt a slight pressure at the entrance of my cunt. I gasped, realizing he was pushing another finger into me. I was wet, very wet, so it didn't take much pushing to get both of them in there. Once they were, though, he began to push them in and out even faster. I moaned loud and long when I felt his hand grasp my breast through my shirt, my tight, hard nipples straighting against the cloth and his palm.

"That's it, baby. Moan for me. Come on, no one will hear you out here." I felt a slight pain on my neck and I realized that he had bitten me. This thought turned me on even more and soon as I was arching my hips up against his fingers, moaning and screaming with his encouragement as he manipulated my young body.

He suddenly pulled his fingers from my cunt, causing me to gasp in despair until they were suddenly replaced by something else. I looked down to see his head between my legs, his tongue running rapidly over the little nub above my opening, causing pure electricity to shoot through my body. Unable to help it, my hips arched up against him again, pushing my cunt into his face. He seemed to like this, though, as it only made his tongue move faster and lift a slick hand, roughly pushing his two fingers back into me to make me scream. His free hand had somehow lifted my hips up, grabbing my round rump hard as he held me to his face.

This went on for a few minutes, me squirming against him as he licked and fingered me. When he stopped, I gave another whimper of protest which turned into a shriek as he flipped me over, tugging my body until my rear end was in the air, my breasts and face against the ground. I heard the sound of cloth sliding and then he moved to my side so I could see him. His pants were off and his hard cock was sticking straight out at my face.

"Want to feel the best, baby?" At this point, he could have asked me anything and I would have said yes. My body was tingling and full of fire. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I had once thought of this as bad.

"It's going to hurt at first. Ok? I have to break your hymen and it will hurt, but I promise it will feel better. God, baby, i'm not going to actually hurt you." He was panting, his body trembling just as mine was. The realization sent a shock through me and I nodded, eager to do anything that would make us both feel even better. We both wanted this. Badly.

He shifted behind me again, disappearing from view. I felt one of his hands on my hip and a pressure against my wet opening as he whispered "God, baby, get ready." I felt his cock slowly press into me, felt my walls stretching to accomodate him. Oh, God, he was big! His fingers were nothing compared to this! His other hand grasped my other hip and he began to pull me to him, pushing himself deeper until he came to a stop. I felt something straining inside of me, my hymen.

"Slow or fast, baby?" He was waiting for me. Oh, God, he was holding off of something that he wanted, that would make him feel amazing, for me.

"Fast." I groaned, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him, wondering how it could possibly feel any better. I felt his hands tighten on my hips and he hesitated for a moment before he slammed forward, causing me to feel full, pained, and excited all at once. I let out a scream as I felt a part of myself rip to let him in, my legs shaking as my mind tried to sort through the feelings. We stayed like that for a moment, his cock deep inside of me, until the pain started to fade away.

As he felt my body relax, he pulled his hips back, then pushed them forward again, repeating this slowly a few times to make sure I was adjusted. I wiggled and whimpered, each thrust taking away more and more of the pain. Oh, God. This was sex. This was, was fucking. Oh, God, it felt so good.

"Oh, God, more Blane. Please more." My voice was throaty and hot, not sounding like me at all. I wasn't cute little Rachel. I was a woman getting fucked by a man. Not needing any further encouragement, Blane began to fuck me. Really, really fuck me. He slammed into me with abandon, pulling my hips back against his as he groaned, the sound striking some sort of a primal cord inside of me. I felt different, so different.

"Fuck!" I shouted, the word leaving my lips with no regret as I pushed back into him, wanting to feel nothing but his cock inside of me, making me empty then full over and over again. Each thrust was like a new and more intense fire, the warmth spreading through my entire body in a way I never knew could exist. This was sex, this was what he could give me, and I never wanted to forget how it felt. I never wanted to be without it again.

"Fuck, Blane!" I screamed again, my nails digging into the carpet of the car. I couldn't think. Everything was him. His cock inside of me and my no longer virgin walls wrapping around him. This was my world right now. This pleasure, these feelings, this...

"Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shit, BLANE!" A bolt of lightening, more pleasure than I had felt throughout this whole ordeal, struck through me with such intensity that my toes curled and my body froze, unable to do anything but scream as the sensation ripped me apart. I heard Blane cuss, then push into me one last time, holding himself there as his cock spasmed inside of me. It was happening to him, too. I thought. He could feel it! We both hung like that, bodies tense and tight. Joined. Entertwined.

Slowly, the feeling started to fade and I found myself weak, my upper body collapsing heavily onto the floor of the car, legs still twitching and body tingling. I felt Blane pull out of me, felt myself empty as he let the rest of me fall, as well. I heard a thump as he laid down beside me, his breathing as heavy as mine. I turned my head to gaze at him, bleary yet satisfied. God, I had never felt so satisfied. There's no way this way bad.

When Blane looked at me, he grinned, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. I wanted to reach out and brush it away, but I didn't think I could move my arm.

"Have you ever had your period before?" he asked, surprising me. I blinked, searching my fuzzy mind to remember what that even was. Period. Mensies.

"No," I answered, tilting my head at him. My body was starting to cool down and I shivered, wrapping my arms about myself as I set up, my muscles protesting.

"Good," he said as he sat up, too. Reaching into the back of the driver's side chair, he pulled out a rag and handed it to me. I inspected it. It looked like a normal dish towel. "Then I don't have to worry about cumming inside of you."

When I gave him a confused look, he pointed between my legs. I looked, seeing a thick, white goo leaking out of me. Shrieking, I quickly wiped it away with the towel, only to see more replace it. Not knowing what else to do, I left the towel there, hoping it would stop it. Blane was laughing again, though I was too relaxed to feel mad.

"That's my cum, darling. No worries. You haven't started your period, so it won't hurt you." He was talking about pregnancy. Women couldn't have babies until they started to bleed. This much I knew. He rolled down the windows a tad, just enough to let fresh air in, and I watched him light up another cigarette.

Seeing me watching him, he extended the pack, shrugging as he sat half naked. "You've already fornicated. Why not try another sin?" He was grinning and I giggled, unable to help smiling back. Reaching out, I took a cigarette. He coaxed me through lighting it and after I took my first inhale, it was all I could do not to cough. He laughed as I frantically exhaled, the mix of menthol and tobacco making my head spin. I waited a minute, then took another hit. It was easier this time and oddly satisfying. Relaxing, I leaned against the wall of the car, flicking my ashes into a cup he set in between us.

I sat there and smoked, half naked, across from the man who had just taken my virginity. He explained to me what an orgasm was, then told me how he, Amber, and Lucas were all Seniors and friends with benefits, or fuck buddies as he put it. He told me I could even join them, if I wanted to. Help expand my horizons. I thought it through as we sat there and chain smoked, wondering how to feel about all of this. Should I be worried about Hell? Blane had just proven my dad wrong about sex, so what else was he right about?

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