Chapter 5: The Dangers of Being Popular

In the interest of full disclosure, being popular by being the class slut isn’t always fun and games. In fact, sometimes it can become quite a chore and hard work. The situation is like you’re sitting on the tip of a needle where one false move and you’re plummeting down from the top.

Take for instance the need to put out on dates. Once you have the rep guys EXPECT it and they demand it. Really though, can anyone blame them? Face it, it’s probably 99% of the reason they asked me out in the first place. All the other crap - the meal, maybe a movie, or who knows what else is all done with one thought in his mind - what’s the minimum he has to do to get me to suck his dick? The sooner he gets THAT the better so far as he’s concerned. I could probably just suck his dick in the driveway when he picks me up and he’d be happy. Thus the key from my perspective is to ensure that I get something out of it as well.

The funny part of all this is that if guys had any sense at all they would realize that I WANT sex just as badly as they want it! It’s not like giving a BJ is some sort of chore or penance I have to perform to get a night out. OMG, some of the horrible movies and bad conversations I’ve had to suffer through when in all fairness if he’d just pulled over I would’ve sucked his dick right then and there and we could’ve called it a night.

The last thing I want is to get the reputation a number of girls like me have branded on their foreheads - cockteaser. That was like kryptonite when it came to getting boys to ask you out. Personally I have zero respect for the little bitches and they have everything coming to them that they deserve. I mean it’s just not fair to lead a guy on and then snatch the ball away like Lucy with a football.

I like to think that most boys know my boundaries and limits and respect them, even if they don’t necessarily like them. Oh sure as guys they always want to push the envelope a little. They kiss me and then they think they can feel up my boobs. If I were to let them under my blouse then they Would want in MY pants ... and so forth. Sometimes it’s a fun game to play but mostly I just wish they would respect me as person.

Perhaps the biggest potential danger is dealing with your friends. After Steve it was like I went from being just one of the crowd to being the headliner act and not all my friends are as open-minded as others.

It isn’t just my friends but their parents that sometimes create a scene. As I mentioned earlier, my wardrobe pretty much consists of short skirts, tight jeans, and revealing tops. Pretty much the only time I wear a bra is when I am wearing something so sheer I have to wear one in order to keep from being arrested. It’s not like I have one set of clothes for school and dating and another for when I go to a friend’s home.

In general it isn’t the father that said anything - as you might imagine most of them are quite appreciative if anything. It’s almost always the mother, sometimes a sister, that’s the one to criticize my outfits. I pretty must just ignore any criticism except for those few that call my mom and bitch to her that I am somehow causing a problem at their house or event. My mom is GREAT - she just tells them to deal with their husbands and if they were looking at teenage girls then maybe they should be taking care of them better! Like, my mom’s was the one that buys half my clothes anyway! Some of my more risqué outfits come courtesy of my dad but most of those I can’t wear in public, LOL.