Chapter 1: High School Class Slut

While I was in high school I would imagine that if you asked most people who the smartest kid was, who the richest kid was, who was the class clown, etc. that you would have gotten pretty consistent answers. We all knew who those kids were when we were in school. Many of us had label that may not have been listed in the yearbook but were well-known by everyone. For instance, there was nothing listed next to my picture but I’m pretty confident that most people still remember me as the class slut. Every class has one and I worked hard for my position (no pun intended).

Actually, being THE class slut isn’t as easy as you might think. First, there’s a lot of competition from other slutty girls, all of whom would scratch your eyes out given half the chance. Then there’s the pressure from people always having such high expectations of you, especially the guys. It seemed like every day some new guy would hit on me, expecting me to at the very least suck his dick on demand if not more.

Contrary to popular belief, being a class slut takes a lot of work. It’s more than just spreading your legs for every guy that asks, any girl can do that. In fact, when I look back at it I really didn’t fuck all that many guys while I was in high school compared to some girls I knew - only about a dozen by the time I graduated. When you consider I’d been having sex throughout all four years, that’s not exactly a lot of guys. OK, more than most girls but nothing for the record books. Just because a girl had fucked more than me didn’t confer on her the same “status” I enjoyed in high school. It’s all in the intangibles - your attitude, clothes, makeup, hair, and especially the way you act when you’re around people. My class had its share of girls that fucked just about every guy in school they could lure into bed with but that just earned them the reputation for being whores, not sluts. It’s a fine line!