How I met Judy Chavez@2015

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How I met Judy Chavez@2015How I met JudyI was in eighth grade. I was getting myself in all kinds of sex situations, though I hadn’t found the boy that I was going to give my little puss to. not yet, anyway. but I had decided that it was time for me to learn what that was like. That’s how I formed it in my mind. Other girls were always going on about some boy, usually totallly unattainable, and how much they wanted his baby.Sometimes I talked like that, too,but that’s only because I wanted other k**s to talk to me and I didn’t want to be so socially isolated every minute of school, every day. But I never really thought that way. It was hard pretending to be somebody I wasn’t, but if you remember ninth grade, sometimes you had to be like that.It was about a week before I had that thing with Rachel and Terry. They were both thirteen. Rachel was ready to give it up, too, It’s an interesting time, right before getting fucked for real ? For me, it was so crazy. I’m not talking about gettting ****d or m*****ed or anything terrible like that. It’s about that time in your life when YOU decide you are going to do it, and it only happens once. Right in the middle of that time is when I made friends with Judy Chavez.I started having little sex escapades whn I was thirteen. Handjobs, blow jobs and a lot of kissing, but I was hanging onto my virginity. One of the things I noticed is that between eighth and ninth grade, boys matured physically. Not all of them, of course.There were boys who hadn’t matured, too. I thought some of them were really cute, and when I looked for some kind of sexual adventure, it was often with a boy who was just twelve or thirteen, and looked and acted kind of nerdy and shy. As I moved through my life, those kind of guys were the best lovers, because they lived in their imagination so much.I really liked that. I also liked that lots of boys were no longer winky dicks, but guys with big hairy balls and asses and cocks..COCKS! Cocks that were big even when they were soft, and REALLY big and hard when they got that way. Ninth grade boys, with their hormones going crazy every time they saw a bra strap, got boners ALL the time in school, and I loved that. Loved it. I had been getting my big tits stared at since sixth grade.First I liked it, then I was sick of it, then I didn’t care as long as the boy didn’t say anything or try to grab a feel. The teacher would call on a boy for something, or he had to go up in front of the whole class, and everyone, especially the girls, ESPECILLY me, cold see thatboner in his pants. Boys tried to be cool and hide it, but if you aere fifteen, with a man’s cock and balls already, it’s pretty damn hardto hide.Other girls would put their eyes down or make a little giggle, but not me. I just stared. Mostly, sitting there in geometry class, bored crazy by school, I wanted to get his zipper down when I saw a big bulge in his pants. I wanted to get his zipper down, get it out and start kissing him and and..I didn’t quite have the words or the visual picture for the other stuff, but I could sit there, dressed for sbool, perfectly composed and get my pussy wet by thinkingabout all the sexy things thtat would follow once I managed to get him to take it out of his pants and show it to me.I had been having sex with my sister Rachel since I was little; so I knew what sex feelings were. Rachel wasn’t in school, but she had the same feelings I did.She was so intense. She wanted her little puss eaten every night and sometimes when I came home from school, too. I was starting to learn what it meant to be bi-sexual, though nobody talked about, especially in “health” class, the only place in school where sex got talked about. Of, with all these maturing k**s, sex was everywhere, there wereall these rules about how long your skirt could be, or how tight your sweater or your blosue. You could get sent home for wearing the wrong kind of bra. I never pushed the line that way. I was tthe smallest girls and the biggest slut in scholl, but I didn’t want to wave it around that way. I wanted to get my hands (or my mouth) on some of those boners thta were trying hard to poke through a little bit of fabric in the front of boy’s pabts. Maybe I wasn’t so subtle and cool as I thought. Two boys, actually eight graders, actually had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to hang out with them in their brother’s van after school and smoke some Marlboros What could be cooler that that? …I was in eighth grade. I was getting myself in all kinds of sex situations, though I hadn’t found the boy that I was going to give my little puss to. not yet, anyway. but I had decided that it was time for me to learn what that was like. That’s how I formed it in my mind. Other girls were always going on about some boy, usually totallly unattainable, and how much they wanted his baby.Sometimes I talked like that, too,but that’s only because I wanted other k**s to talk to me and I didn’t want to be so socially pendik escort isolated every minute of school, every day. But I never really thought that way. It was hard pretending to be somebody I wasn’t, but if you remember ninth grade, sometimes you had to be like that.It was about a week before I had that thing with Rachel and Terry. They were both thirteen. Rachel was ready to give it up, too, It’s an interesting time, right before getting fucked for real ? For me, it was so crazy. I’m not talking about gettting ****d or m*****ed or anything terrible like that. It’s about that time in your life when YOU decide you are going to do it, and it only happens once. Right in the middle of that time is when I made friends with Judy Chavez.I started having little sex escapades whn I was thirteen. Handjobs, blow jobs and a lot of kissing, but I was hanging onto my virginity. One of the things I noticed is that between eighth and ninth grade, boys matured physically. Not all of them, of course.There were boys who hadn’t matured, too. I thought some of them were really cute, and when I looked for some kind of sexual adventure, it was often with a boy who was just twelve or thirteen, and looked and acted kind of nerdy and shy. As I moved through my life, those kind of guys were the best lovers, because they lived in their imagination so much.I really liked that. I also liked that lots of boys were no longer winky dicks, but guys with big hairy balls and asses and cocks..COCKS! Cocks that were big even when they were soft, and REALLY big and hard when they got that way. Ninth grade boys, with their hormones going crazy every time they saw a bra strap, got boners ALL the time in school, and I loved that. Loved it. I had been getting my big tits stared at since sixth grade.First I liked it, then I was sick of it, then I didn’t care as long as the boy didn’t say anything or try to grab a feel. The teacher would call on a boy for something, or he had to go up in front of the whole class, and everyone, especially the girls, ESPECILLY me, cold see thatboner in his pants. Boys tried to be cool and hide it, but if you aere fifteen, with a man’s cock and balls already, it’s pretty damn hardto hide.Other girls would put their eyes down or make a little giggle, but not me. I just stared. Mostly, sitting there in geometry class, bored crazy by school, I wanted to get his zipper down when I saw a big bulge in his pants. I wanted to get his zipper down, get it out and start kissing him and and..I didn’t quite have the words or the visual picture for the other stuff, but I could sit there, dressed for sbool, perfectly composed and get my pussy wet by thinkingabout all the sexy things thtat would follow once I managed to get him to take it out of his pants and show it to me.I had been having sex with my sister Rachel since I was little; so I knew what sex feelings were. Rachel wasn’t in schoo, but she swa lots of boys and had the same feelings I did.She was so intense. She wanted her little puss eaten every night and sometimes when I came home from school, too. I was starting to learn what it meant to be bi-sexual, though nobody talked about, especially in “health” class, the only place in school where sex got talked about. Of, with all these maturing k**s, sex was everywhere, there wereall these rules about how long your skirt could be, or how tight your sweater or your blosue. You could get sent home for wearing the wrong kind of bra. I never pushed the line that way. I was tthe smallest girls and the biggest slut in scholl, but I didn’t want to wave it around that way. I wanted to get my hands (or my mouth) on some of those boners thta were trying hard to poke through a little bit of fabric in the front of boy’s pants. Maybe I wasn’t so subtle and cool as I thought. Two boys, actually eighth graders, had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to hang out with them in their brother’s van after school and smoke some Marlboros. What couldbe cooler that that? I’ve told you most of that story, but here is what happened next:I had to go to my voice lesson after this… While I was watching the boys suck each other off, I was masturbating, listening to the music in my head, as I often did when I was having sex with Rachel. She did that, too. . I was in love with Joan Sutherland…I had listened to her to records since I was six. Oh god, I wanted to be like her…this big woman who comes on stage and just takes over. Because of my dad, I had been to her concerts and two complete operas, La Traviata and Les Huguenots.. I got to meet her when I was eleven. She was sooooo regal. When I heard her voice, even though I played her record every day since I was seven, I was in Rachel’s world… I was transported. My teacher and I were working on “O Beau Pays” from Les Hugenots…it was so hard, impossible really, to get the breathing and my throat to work right. My teacher, who had sung on stage herself, did not put up with any crap escort pendik from me at all; she had coached a lot of singers, and I always, always had to be prepared, and keep my opinions to myself or she would stop the lesson and send me home. So I was watching these boys doing this sex stuff, and I was doing some of it myself, but really, I was thinking about walking on stage in my costume and make-up and doing what Joan Sutherland does…no f******n year old boy with his dick out could compete with that picture…As I said, Miss Hanscomb, my voice teacher, was one of the very best and most sought after teachers in Los Angeles, or really, in the whole country. She was that well known and famous. She was very strict. She insisted that when I came for my once-a week lesson, I be properly dressed and groomed to perform a recital. . I never, ever cared about my clothes or my hair or any of that. It didn’t matter to me. It sure did to her. After I got done with whatever sex magic I was going to perform on these two boys, I was going to change into my white blouse with the ribbon collar, a clean bra ,really brush my crazy hair, and put on that blue polyester-blend skirt that I hated, panty hose, small heels and go off to spend ninety difficult minutes with Miss Hanscomb. I had my wits about me, believe it or not, and when we got in the van, I put my “Lesson” clothes on the driver’s seat of the van, well away from whatever we were doing, or planning, though it seemed like little Sylvia was the only one with any “plans”Shit, it was always like that. it was, until I met Judy. . I hadn’t had the chance to know Judy yet.It was about time. I didn’t know that yet. I was still trying to make some kind of sex thing happen with these two cute boys!I was in eighth grade. I was getting myself in all kinds of sex situations, though I hadn’t found the boy that I was going to give my little puss to. not yet, anyway. but I had decided that it was time for me to learn what that was like. That’s how I formed it in my mind. Other girls were always going on about some boy, usually totallly unattainable, and how much they wanted his baby.Sometimes I talked like that, too,but that’s only because I wanted other k**s to talk to me and I didn’t want to be so socially isolated every minute of school, every day. But I never really thought that way. It was hard pretending to be somebody I wasn’t, but if you remember ninth grade, sometimes you had to be like that.It was about a week before I had that thing with Rachel and Terry. They were both thirteen. Rachel was ready to give it up, too, It’s an interesting time, right before getting fucked for real ? For me, it was so crazy. I’m not talking about gettting ****d or m*****ed or anything terrible like that. It’s about that time in your life when YOU decide you are going to do it, and it only happens once. Right in the middle of that time is when I made friends with Judy Chavez.I started having little sex escapades whn I was thirteen. Handjobs, blow jobs and a lot of kissing, but I was hanging onto my virginity. One of the things I noticed is that between eighth and ninth grade, boys matured physically. Not all of them, of course.There were boys who hadn’t matured, too. I thought some of them were really cute, and when I looked for some kind of sexual adventure, it was often with a boy who was just twelve or thirteen, and looked and acted kind of nerdy and shy. As I moved through my life, those kind of guys were the best lovers, because they lived in their imagination so much.I really liked that. I also liked that lots of boys were no longer winky dicks, but guys with big hairy balls and asses and cocks..COCKS! Cocks that were big even when they were soft, and REALLY big and hard when they got that way. Ninth grade boys, with their hormones going crazy every time they saw a bra strap, got boners ALL the time in school, and I loved that. Loved it. I had been getting my big tits stared at since sixth grade.First I liked it, then I was sick of it, then I didn’t care as long as the boy didn’t say anything or try to grab a feel. The teacher would call on a boy for something, or he had to go up in front of the whole class, and everyone, especially the girls, ESPECILLY me, cold see thatboner in his pants. Boys tried to be cool and hide it, but if you aere fifteen, with a man’s cock and balls already, it’s pretty damn hardto hide.Other girls would put their eyes down or make a little giggle, but not me. I just stared. Mostly, sitting there in geometry class, bored crazy by school, I wanted to get his zipper down when I saw a big bulge in his pants. I wanted to get his zipper down, get it out and start kissing him and and..I didn’t quite have the words or the visual picture for the other stuff, but I could sit there, dressed for sbool, perfectly composed and get my pussy wet by thinkingabout all the sexy things thtat would follow once I managed to get him to take it out of his pants pendik escort bayan and show it to me.I had been having sex with my sister Rachel since I was little; so I knew what sex feelings were. Rachel wasn’t in schoo, but she swa lots of boys and had the same feelings I did.She was so intense. She wanted her little puss eaten every night and sometimes when I came home from school, too. I was starting to learn what it meant to be bi-sexual, though nobody talked about, especially in “health” class, the only place in school where sex got talked about by anyone who wasn’t a k**. Of course, with all these maturing k**s, sex was everywhere, there were all these rules about how long your skirt could be, or how tight your sweater or your blouse. You could get sent home for wearing the wrong kind of bra. I never pushed the line that way. I was the smallest girl and the biggest slut in school, but I didn’t want to wave it around that way. I wanted to get my hands (or my mouth) on some of those boners that were trying hard to poke through a little bit of fabric in the front of boy’s pants. I would think how it would be if I were on my knees, sucking some boys dick, in front of the class, As if I were the teacher, showing everyone how cock-sucking should be done.Maybe I wasn’t so subtle and cool as I thought. Two boys, actually eight graders, actually had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to hang out with them in their brother’s van after school and smoke some Marlboros What could be cooler that that?`I told you this part of the story. I was having every kind of sex with them except for actually fucking them, I was out there in the parking lot in the van with the two boys . Both of them had come once, they were planning on coming again, all over me, or in my mouth. That would have been okay, but I had other things I had to do. Stupid Jerry was walking around, with his dick still hard, like he had just fucked forty-three women and was ready for forty three more, Boys! Jesus, He didn’t see where he was going and put a big glop of his cum all over the front of my navy skirt. The skirt I needed to wear to my voice lesson,What an idiot. Mad doesn’t even begin to describe my emotion.I started sreaming at the boys. “GET OUT! FUCKING GET OUT! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!They were trying to get their clothes on as fast as they could, stumbling and fumbling, and I was too. I was a total mess. I had gobs in my hair, and my pussy was soaked, not by them, by me, but I knew that if I didn’t clean real good, I was going to smell like seven cans of tunafish , opened and left in the sun at the picnic, by the time I was in Miss Hanscomb’s always overheated house. My panties were all smelly, too, but I put them on anyway. I did not want to be naked with these idiot boys for ten more seconds!i manged to get clothes on my body,jeans, not my cum-stained skirt, or white blouse, but the stuff I had been wearing all day (and probably yesterday, too, I never kept track of that.)I just left the boys behind. I had my music and my clothes and my purse. I went back to to school building to find a bathroom,, abd I REALLY had to poop,but, of course, all the doors were locked.Finally I found Mr. Dubbs, the Black janitor, and he sweetly let me in in long enough to use the bathroom, clean and brush my hair and try to get some lipstick on. Mr. Dubbs was cute, about forty-five. He was very nice, did not even hint about what he so clearly must have seen.Must have seen, because when I got in the girl’s bathroom, ahad my poop and finally looked in the mirror, I was looking at a little girl with red frizzy hair, glasses, zits, a big nose, braces and freclkles. There were gobs of cum in my hair that anybody could see, and on my cheek, neck, throat and some on my ear. I know Mr. Dubbs must have seen that. He waited patiently outside the bathroom door, did not try anything on me, just a good kind caring man. i rememebr thinking to myself:”Mr. Dubbs. If I ever get a chance, Mr. Dubbs, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass all day!”I tried to wash the cum and cum stains out of my blouse (yeah he put some there, too) and skirt, but it was hopeless. It looked worse after I tried to scrub it..Miss Hanscomb would throww my ass out if I showed up like this, even if I did finally maange the get what idiot boy Jerry had left behind out of my hair and off my face.There was a girl that I knew a little bit in some of my classes. We weren’t friends, we just said “Hi” sometimes. She was a big fat girl, from Mexico or Guatemala or someplace. I didn’t associate her in my mind with music, and, for me in those days, that meant she was more or less invisble. She said funny stuff in class, sometimes, and I remember having a thought that she might like girls, like I did. She told me that her dad or her uncle ran this dry cleaning store that was on the bus line on the way to my lesson. I had no idea what else to do, so I decided I would stop there on the way to my lesson and see if anybody could get the fucking stains out of my skirt and blouse. Oherwise, I would have to call and cancel the lesson and then try to explain THAT to my mom and dad, who were paying this lady a ton of money for me.

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