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Sexy Adventures of a Teenage Girl in the 90s - A Memoir of Self Discovery and Seduction Charity Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth. The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couple more years, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating . The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part; Beeder's departure for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of studs and sluts anyways. Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school colours to black on black for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought folks home. The only exception was the monthly football gangbang, where she still limited her role to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing enough cum to last her another month. Faith was Faith, still selling pot, still drinking still cursing. She did surprise me though one night with a confession when we were talking about Hope's depression. …and then things took a turn

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Sexy Adventures of a Teenage Girl in the 90s - A Memoir of Self Discovery and Seduction

Charity Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couple more years, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating .

The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part; Beeder's departure for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of studs and sluts anyways.

Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school colours to black on black for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought folks home.

The only exception was the monthly football gangbang, where she still limited her role to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing enough cum to last her another month.

Faith was Faith, still selling pot, still drinking still cursing. She did surprise me though one night with a confession when we were talking about Hope's depression.

" I'm jealous of her heartbreak", she said puffing on the always at hand joint as we lounged in my bed.

" You're jealous of someone's guts being ripped out", I said still cooing from a good session of her eating me out.

" I'm jealous because" she sighed, " I've never had someone to love enough to make me feel that way."

I suppose that was true. Faith knew only three kinds of men; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of Faith as a reverse Patti; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought Faith was a secret lesbian with me as her " girlfriend" and lived by day as a cockslut.. The truth was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

January turned to February, February into March, and March into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging work for school council, leading the cheerleader team , dating my wonderful beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In short all was well.

In April Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking cock and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking cock in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wonderful to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport photos and were truly prepared.

April turned into May and

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