I like the way Urban Dictionary defines it. “Second best, just some person you use to get over the person you just broke up with. They’ll never be enough but they can be an okay distraction.”

Hi,

My name is Karen. I am 18 years old. I just broke up from my boyfriend Steve.

Steve was 22. He was a teacher. He was conservative in nearly everything. He was very nice to me. Would take me out to nice places. He would even order our meals without asking me. He liked to be in control of nearly everything. I did not mind it too much. Well sometimes I would but since he treated me pretty well I put up with it. Plus he had a seven inch cock that was able to get into me nicely. I only wished it was a little wider. But length was nice fit.

We had some harsh words. He had called me a “Whore.”

I had suggested I give him a blowjob. He said, “A WHORE does that not a wife to be.”

That had hurt. Our making love was getting very boring. I had an apartment since I was in college. So instead of me climbing on his cock and riding it in his Volkswagen Beetle we were doing it in my apartment.

Please understand Steve had two positions that he felt were acceptable for making love. One was the way we did it in his Volkswagen Beetle with me riding him When he was close he made me get off of his cock. He would cum on my belly. The second way was missionary. We did missionary now in the apartment. There was no climbing on his cock and riding. When I rode him I felt I was getting something pretty good. But nope now he rode me and then when he was close to cumming he would get off. He would then cum on my belly.

I suggested instead of cumming on my belly how about if you would cum on my breasts. They are a nice 36C. So why would he not want to do that?

I suggested how about when you are ready to cum just shoot it all over my face. I will open my mouth and you can even shoot your load in my mouth. I was wanting to swallow his cum for him. Still his response was a “Whore does that not a wife to be.”

That hurt bad. I had heard guys what an angel in public and a slut in private. I was quite willing to be a slut for him. Heck I would do it in public if he wanted me to do so.

I liked dressing sexy. I enjoyed wearing clothes that show off my body. My legs and my breasts were good so why not show them both off. It was when mini skirts were in so I wore them slightly longer than I wanted to do so. I did that because my mom said, “A lady does not show off everything.”

I rather show off. I enjoyed showing off my body. I wore two piece swim suits making sure plenty of cleavage was showing. I made sure to bend over often when men were around. I liked showing off to them what I to offer.

In fact I enjoyed showing off that I would work as a showcase model for conventions. I show off the items for sale plus get a chance to show off my body. I had blast wearing a mini skirt that showed off my legs. I tended to bend over to pick something up so guys and gals could notice my panties. I liked to wear something that also showed off my breasts.

It was at one of those conventions that created the break up with Steve. If you want to know more fully you can read the story at storiesonline.net. It is called “A Story from the Past.”

I will give you the short version here. I decided to go try out for a job as a stripper. I have the body. I like to show off. So why not.

I told Steve what I wanted to do. He had called me a “Whore.”

I explained to him that I was not a whore. I liked showing off my body. This allowed me to do this. I even shared that even in the VIP room you are not allowed to do anything that would make me a whore.

Steve tried his best to control me by saying, “My wife to be will not be a whore and work at a strip club!”

I told him I was going to do just that. I did (remember to read “A Story from the Past).

Well long story short I did do it. Steve shows up pays for a lap dance but expects more than a dance. Calling me a “Whore.”

We broke up. I did not see him again.

Being 18 years old it is tough. I had discovered I like to get fucked. Even if it meant missionary position only. I enjoyed getting filled up. I was now using my fingers. I would lay in bed and play with myself. I would think of the cute guys at college. There were several who I would enjoy getting with if they asked me out.

Mark was a handsome guy who was six fee tall with nice build. I would have guessed he was about 180 pounds. He had dark hair. I always thought Mark if you ask me out. I will spread my legs for you! But sadly he was just a dream that I would think of when I played with my pussy.

There were several others like Mark that could have had me but no one had asked me. I was down. I was even thinking of trying to get ahold of Steve.