A Kind Gesture

My "boyfriend" Bobby and I were eating at a nice restaurant on the Plaza. I was extremely impressed by their service. Our waiter was in his late 30's with brown hair, a near perfect smile, and piercing blue eyes. When he would come to our table I would smile a lot and look him right in the eyes. Bobby is partially retarted so he didn't even notice my flirting. After dinner I told Bobby I was meeting some friends so he left. I went right to the waiter, Brent, and told him I needed to talk with him in private. He looked concerned and took me through their break room to a utility closet. I found the light and locked the door. "I just wanted to do a random act of kindness starting off this New Year," I whispered. I ran my hand down to his zipper and unzipped them. I unbuckled his belt and pulled off his slacks and folded them on a shelf. I reached down and started rubbing my hand over his penis. His dick was still very flacid and small, maybe 2 inches. But I knew that he was not expecting this and he was a little freaked out. He kept telling me I didn't have to do this. "Relax honey everythings fine," I said smiling. I turned around and lifted the skirt in the back and started grinding him with my ass. His dick quickly responded jumping to life and swelling into an incredibly large falice. I turned, looking into his eyes, and thanked him for being a good waiter. I then I dropped to my knees and started licking his member. I wasn't sure if it was going to work at first but managed to fit his cock in my mouth. I am a master of deep-throat. He squirmed in ecstacy for two minutes or so and then went rigid and stuttered that he was going to cum. I sped up a little when he was cumming. He let out a loud moan and he came in my mouth hard nearly choking me. I didn't take my mouth away until I had swallowed every last drop. I wiped his dick with a paper towel and put his pants back on.

Gym Class

When I began the 8th grade I had gym for the first time. What I mean is it was the first time I had to change for PE class. I always loved gym, because I love sports and work out daily. But on the first day of school I was surprised when Mr. Chandler told us to change into our gym clothes and be back in 5 minutes. It seemed that everyone had gotten the memo except for me because they all had a change of clothes in their backpacks. I was given a locker, but had nothing to put in it. Luckily since it was the first day most of it was just orientation. But as I sat in the locker room I saw all of the girls I had known my whole life getting undressed. A couple of the girls stripped off all of their clothes, wrapped themselves with towels, and headed for the showers even though we hadn't broken a sweat. As I looked at these naked girls I felt myself getting extremely aroused and my face got hot, my panties got wet. This was when I realized I was attracted to girls . . . Very attracted. The next day I brought a change of clothes (some sweatpants and a T-shirt) and headed for the girl's locker room. I put my stuff down and hesitantly took off my shirt (I was so self-conscious). I was smaller than most of the girls there at the time and was still developing, I was afraid that some of the girls might see my breasts and laugh. I took off my jeans and reached back and unclasped my bra. I put the bra in my locker and pulled out my sports bra. As I put it on I noticed a girl named Rebecca staring at me with a lustful look. She was also a freshman; she had shoulder length red hair, fair skin, and freckles. While she had an athletic build she hated gym class. She was kind of a loner and mostly kept to herself. She was gently biting her lower lip as she watched me change. When we made eye contact she turned bright red and left the locker room. This experience was important because it boosted my confidence level about getting undressed in front of other people, and it was also the first time I felt the rush of turning someone on. After gym class we went back into the locker room to change, but this time we were required to take showers for "hygenic" reasons. The girls flooded into the locker room and began to undress. Most of the girls did not look around, including Rebecca. So I stripped off my shirt, sports bra, sweatpants, panties, socks, and shoes really fast and quickly wrapped myself in a towel. I quickly shifted my attention to Rebecca who was standing in her bra and panties. She was nervous too, but finally she undid her bra and exposed her breasts (which were small yet perky and had small nipples that were a pale pink and hard to see. She then pulled down her panties revealing her vagina which was covered by a small tuft of red pubic hair. She wrapped herself in a towel and saw me looking. While I was embarrassed I acted as though I wasn't and smiled at her with a little wink. She looked down and kept her head down, staring at the floor as she walked toward the shower. As we all walked in the shower room, one by one we took off our towels and started the water. I felt eyes glancing at my nakedness and felt extremely defenseless. I soaped up quickly in an effort to cover up my body, but it didn't work. But I began to feel differently when a girl standing next to me named Tori (a thick Puerto Rican girl I had grown up with) said, "Damn girl! Look at you! You got it going on!" I blushed and told her she looked great. She smiled and turned to put her head under water. While her eyes were closed I looked at her body. She was a little heavier than me, but it all went to her butt and thighs. Her ass was well toned and had no fat on it and neither did her muscular legs. Her waist was small but not toned, and her breasts were of medium size. Her nipples were a cross between red and pink and were a little darker than her smooth tan skin. Unlike myself Tori had a large patch of pubic hair that was well groomed and presented masterfully. She saw me looking at her, but rather than getting weird about it she turned around in a circle to give me the full view. I replaced the sweatpants and T-shirt with short pink running shorts and a running shirt. The shorts were loose enough that you could see up them anytime I sat on the floor. Over the next few weeks I became confident in my body, and was looking for more opportunities to expose myself. One day I put on my jeans after my shower and walked over to Rebecca topless and asked her what she thought of gym class. She started to reply when she was taken back by the sight of my boobs. She tried to shake it off, but her eyes kept deviating back to my chest. I told her that we should hang out after school sometime. She smiled and replied, "That would be great." You will hear many more sick and twisted memories that are in my brain. Chow for now!

How I Deal

Everyone has a way of coping with life's problems. Mine was always exhibitionism. By making someone an accidental voyeur, I felt satisfied because I am turned on by turning on others. I think the funniest and sexiest parts about my story is people's perception of my purity and virtue. I said all the things a good girl is supposed to say when sexual things are brought up. I would act discusted and embarrassed. People were convinced I was dead-set against even holding a boys hand! But I also wore the lastest fashion, and was deliberate in my attire. I love attention. From the time I hit puberty I've held a certain power over men. My dad's friends would even be staring at me when they thought I wasn't aware. In high school I always sat up in the front of the class. I loved to flirt with the teachers without anyone else seeing it. I would smile at them and make funny faces when someone asked a stupid question. I wasn't at all overtly sexual, but I would almost make them fall in love with me. There were a couple of times where I would ask them questions and when they came over to help me I would lean over very gently and lightly touch thier penis with my shoulder. I would pretend not to notice and they mostly they didn't pull back either, but I could feel them swelling up before they would hurry back to thier desk and sit down. I always wore skirts to school, because it is an exhibitionist's best friend. I would uncross my legs during a test, and almost always the teacher would glance without thinking. I waited until I saw them look again and then I would drop my pencil and open my legs a little as I picked it up. I wore white panties a lot because they're easier to see. When I joined the cheerleading squad as a freshman I was required to wear my uniform to school on game day. I loved this because the skirt was much shorter than what I was allowed to wear any other day. Underneath you are required to wear large black panties, but I wore much skimpier black undies. I was always such a flirt to all the boys (especially the nerds)! I'm not making this up I was such a pervert. The guys in highschool weren't even as horny as I was. I know it sounds gross, but I get such a sexual rush no matter what the person looks like. If I arouse someone I get aroused, if I tease someone I am also teased. But it didn't matter who the person was, I found out how true that is in 8th grade when I showered after gym for the first time (but that's a different story). I always had to be careful that no one thought I was a slut, and made sure the guys thought I didn't mean to tease them. So far I've done a pretty good job of keeping my secrets under wraps!

My Cousin Greg

The first sexual feelings I can remember were from when I was only 9 years-old. My auntie Alice and uncle John came to visit us from Washington. They also brought along their 13 year-old son, Greg. As always I was polite and came down from my room when they arrived. I ran and hugged them and all of a sudden there was my older cousin who I hadn't seen in 2 years. I was shocked at how much taller he was than me and how manly he was. We half-hugged akwardly and kind of laughed nervously as we walked in the house. Everyone visited for about 20 minutes or so. But I just kept on glancing at Greg awe-struck at how good he looked. He was about 5'11, 165 lbs, muscular with a head of short blond hair and pearly-white teeth. I felt woozy and flush and hot and dizzy. My mother showed them to their rooms upstairs. My aunt and uncle stayed in the guest bedroom, Greg stayed in my brother's room while my brother stayed at his friends house for a few days. Greg was across the hall from me and I didn't sleep very much over the next few nights. I wanted to be with him in my brother's bed. I wanted to stare at him and touch him. It was unlike anything that had ever happened to me before. On the third night of their visit I waited in my room until I heard Greg in the shower. I went into my brother's room and hid in the closet. I was overwhelmed with this rush I felt, and I began to take off my clothes. I knew he wasn't using the closet, and I had no intention of letting him know I was in there - even if I had to wait all night. I felt more alive then I ever had at that moment. Greg came into the room wearing only a towel which he let drop to the floor as soon as the door closed. At first his butt was facing me, but sure enough he turned around and I saw my first dick. It wasn't very big, maybe 3 inches and pretty big balls, but as I touched myself I experienced the greatest rush of all: my first orgasm. I bit my fist hard to keep quiet and I did. I shook violently, but managed to go unheard until he was fast asleep and snuck out. It was at that point I made the decision that I wanted to do that all the time!

About Me

Hello reader. I'm Stacy and this is a confessional about the secret double life I've been living since I was around 9 years-old. I know it sounds funny, but this is my first step towards becoming a genuine person. On the surface I was the ideal child: smart, pretty, and sociable. When I was 8 years-old I used to dance and sing for my parents guests. I was the typical all-American upper-middle class white girl. I graduated a year early with a 4.2 GPA having been elected class president, and I was even the prom queen. Everyone knew my family and knew that we did not believe in premarital sex or even kissing. But underneath all of that I was a perverted sex addict. While I didn't actually have vaginal intercourse until I was 17, I had a need for sexual gratification at least once daily from about the age of 9. No one knew this of course, because my family would have disowned me. So I instead made sure that everything appeared normal, even though my entire life was about getting off. So here it begins. My dark side is being exposed to the light. My weirdest fantasies written in ink. Please be kind, because I know I'm twisted. While my entries will be random memories in random order as I feel the need to share, it is the first step to exposing myself to the world.