Kelly's Diary 016 - How to Be Popular in High School
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Chapter 6: A Final Word
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: A Final Word - Anyone can be popular if you're a cheerleader with a killer body - about 1% of the female population. What about the rest? A leading cause of teenage girl angst is feeling "unpopular". That was me until Steve became my boyfriend and took my virginity. I didn't have sex with anyone else until he moved away. Then I started having fun with other boys. After a lifetime of being just "one of those girls" all the guys wanted to date me. Being popular is easy when you're a slut!
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual True Story Masturbation Oral Sex
Speaking of my parents, I wanted to take this opportunity to publicly thank both of my parents for all the love and support they have given me over the years. Without their guidance and support I would never have become the person I am today.
First I want to thank my mom. How many girls can say their mother is their best friend and confidante? If my friends are any sort of statistical sample, then the answer is, “not many”. She has always been there for me in the good times and the bad. She provides the guidance of a mother yet at the same time the intimacy of a best friend. It’s like I want to tell her everything and share everything. Indeed, who was the first person to see my masturbate? Who was the first person I told after Steve took my virginity? Who buys me sexy outfits and encourages me to flirt whenever we’re out together? Who gave me tips the day before my first real date on how to please a guy with my mouth? Who else but my mom!
Then there’s my father. Whereas my mom is my “friend”, dad’s my “cheerleader”. He’s the one to build my ego when I’m feeling down. He’s the one that tells me I’m cute and sexy when I look in the mirror and hate what I see. Mom buys me sexy outfits but they are still suitable for public consumption. My dad, on the other hand, loves me buying outfits that are only worn at home for him to see. You can just imagine how good it makes me feel about myself to wear a sheer negligee in front of my dad and have him tell me I’m the hottest girl in school. Of course I know he’s saying that because he’s my dad but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it just as much.