Chapter 1

I was barely eighteen when she kicked me out and gave me to the perverted jackass! I doubt I’ll ever forgive my mother! I still hate a lot of what he did, but have to admit my twisted jerk of a grandfather saved the whole town. He also turned my life around. Loving wife? Strong independent woman? Mother? Doctor? Chef? Prostitute? I had little idea what I wanted to be, and the kinky freak helped me figure it out.

I miss my innocence a little, and still miss my golden retriever Buster and Angora cat Miss Fluffy every day. I had to give them to a friend when we moved, since our new apartment didn’t allow pets. My new school didn’t have a big sisters program, either. I used to have a lot of fun teaching and helping younger kids.

Mom and I moved a month before my eighteenth birthday. Soon after, a handsome neighbor gave me my first-ever kiss on the lips. I enjoyed it, but nervously turned and left when he put a hand on my butt. Later I heard he was married with kids!

Mom just didn’t understand me. I was a hormonal and very lonely teen, craving affection and relief from the tedious boredom of my daily life. I was curious and snuck one of her cigarettes when she was away, to see what it was like. Smoking made me feel different, not so bored or stressed out. A couple of older boyfriends brought me wine a few times, which was also a fun change of pace.

At five foot one (155cm) I was shorter than average, but a lot of people said I had a beautiful face and nice body. Most guys seemed to like my pretty blonde hair, too. Still, I wished I had more than my 32 Bs. Most girls in my classes were jealous and didn’t like me, so it was very hard to make any female friends.

Boys liked me just fine, though. They were a lot of fun; complimenting and flirting with me, kissing me, touching me. Each weekend I let my boyfriend play with my body while Mom was at work. I loved it until he tried to fuck me, then I told him “No” and made him leave. I lost six boyfriends in three months because I didn’t want to be a slut.

I craved attention and physical affection, holding hands, talking a lot, hugging, kissing. And when they rubbed or licked my slit! So great! Still, I was nervous about sex and didn’t want to go all the way until I was sure the guy loved me. I gave a few handjobs to a guy I really liked, and did sixty-nine with two of them. I let most of my dates kiss my boobs and kitty, but was intent on staying a virgin until I was married, or at least engaged. I had a great time, until they found somebody easier and left me heartbroken.

It was the night after high school graduation. Mom got home from her job at the hotel, and freaked out when she opened my bedroom door. I was nearly three years from 21, but drank from a half-full bottle of whiskey with a lit cigarette in my other hand. Both my nearly naked boyfriends were kissing my bare B cup breasts. I was topless and they only wore boxer shorts and socks, but it’s not like we were fucking or anything. I still had my panties on.