My Journey from Virgin to Seduction: A Coming of Age Story of Sex and Self Discovery

I was a horny little teenager.

That probably doesn't set me apart from most of the guys writing on this site. What might, though, is the fact that I did very little about it until later in my high school "career." From the time I was 10 and figured out that thinking about the Pretty Blonde Girl in my class would somehow make my penis stand up straight, until I was 15, I hadn't so much as kissed a girl. I *wanted* to, of course. And once I figured out what to do with a hard-on once the effects of thinking about the Pretty Blonde Girl had set in, I became quite the expert at jerking off to fantasies about what I'd do with the PBG…if I could ever talk to her, that is.

But I wasn't the ladies' man I wanted to be. I was painfully shy and certain that, somehow, all the girls knew what a pervert I was for sneaking my dad's Playboys and jerking off almost daily to centerfold pictures of too-large breasts and airbrushed pubic hair. I had crushes on most of the girls in my class, in turns, once the PBG moved away. But I never had the guts to do anything about it. Except to take advantage of the empty house after school before Mom & Dad came home from work, to browse Mr. Hefner's amazing gift to the world. Oh, and jerk off like a madman.

Things started to change the summer I was 16. The day after my birthday in January, I'd gone down to take my driver's test, and with the driver's license came that discovery of freedom that so many people are familiar with. Suddenly I could go where I wanted, more or less when I wanted, and with whom. Friends started asking me to go with them here & there more often, (yes, I knew it was just because I could drive…but that didn't matter), and every now & then I'd even get some attention from girls.

One afternoon when we'd been out of school for a few weeks, I got a call from my best friend, Micah.

"Tom, it's Micah. What's up?"

"Not much," I told him, kind of bored. "What about you?"

"I'm going over to Sandra's house tonight to swim & hang out. She wanted to know if you want to come, too?"

Sandra was the girl Micah had been going out with for most of the past school year. She was a grade behind us in school, but physically she looked a fair bit older. She was taller than most girls in our school, but not quite basketball team material, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that featured full, perky breasts and a nice small but round butt. Sandra had given in to Micah's pressuring without too much trouble, and they'd started having sex around Christmastime. Micah kept me informed about all the details of what they did; I think this was partly a best friend sharing information with his horny, still-virgin friend…and partly showing off.

"Sure," I said. "But are you sure you two wouldn't rather be alone?"

"Nah," Micah explained. "Her cousin, Tracy's there, and Sandra thought you two should meet."

I could hear a little bit of a grin in his voice. "What, is she some kind of dog?" I asked.

"Nah, Sandra says she's cute. She just thought you two might hit it off. So whaddaya think? Wanna come?"

"Ok, sure," I said.

"Great! So grab your suit. Can pick me up in about a half hour to go over?"

I told him I'd be over soon and hung up. I was nervous. I didn't really know what Sandra had in mind, or if her cousin was going to want to have anything to do with me. I went into the bathroom to get ready, took off my shirt and started doing some kind of pre-date preparation routine that I made up as I went. I stopped for a minute to look at myself in the mirror and wondered, what kind of girl would really want to have anything to do with me? I wasn't particularly tall, only about 5'10; not particularly muscled and kind of skinny, actually, from running laps in PE; a shaggy mat of curly brown hair that never wanted to be tamed; and green eyes that hid behind glasses. Thinking about

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