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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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I like to have sex. I'm a fully developed and mature woman, I know a thing or two about how to have safe sex and all that other bullshit.
As much as people may think I'm a big slut, I actually care about the people I sleep with. If flirting is what being a slut is then I'm the biggest slut there is. Just because I like to have fun with guys by complimenting them doesn't mean I'll sleep with them, it's just fun getting a reaction out of these guys.
I haven't had a real "crush" on anyone since my freshman year. And I don't intend to. The boys here suck and have no personality. Plus, no one here matches or comes close my league.
Every guy I'm seen talking to is just for fun, they know it as much as I do. If I wasn't how I am, they would have no problem taking advantage of my innocence so what's the harm if I do it.
The last crush I ever had was on this guy named Malachai, he was the hottest guy my virgin eyes ever saw at the time. I definitely looked older than my age during freshman year and managed to get away with lying about my age many times when it came to boys.
I realize how pathetic and sad that is now. He was a junior and I was a freshman. He was 17 and I was 15. Girls my age at that time were doing way worse and going for the seniors anyway. He didn't touch me until I was 16 though.
I loved it from the first time I ever had sex, obviously the first time was different and weird but I knew it unleashed something new in me. I liked being admired and adored by guys, having their eyes on me and their attention. I love the thrill.
He was a good guy, made sure I was feeling comfortable and was okay with what he was doing. He was alright for my first time. He made it comfortable and slow. That was the last time I ever liked it slow and comfortable.
Now that I'm eighteen and a senior, things are obviously different and I've had better experiences with guys. I think I hate boys.
But I like their attention. It's complicated.
"How about you come to my place after you're done with practice? I have football practice today too anyway. I'll give you a ride." Roy's arm is around my shoulder.
Ive slept with Roy once, 2 months ago at a party and ever since then he's been trying to make it happen again.
Roy has the perfect body, he's tall and plays football. He has good looks but he's the most boring and uninteresting man I've ever surrounded myself with.
"Sure" I hold onto his hand around my neck and give him a light squeeze.
Although what I think of him, it's fun watching him think he has a second chance. I barely remember when we fucked, I was drunk and probably wouldn't have slept with him if I was sobered up but I remember how sexy anyone looks when I'm drunk.
