Young Adult! Somehow the term rings a bit hollow to me now, not at all like I thought it would be when I first became a teen and was in a hurry to grow up. Forced into a maturity beyond my years as a teen has changed me, whether for good or ill I am at a loss to say. I do know one thing, it is time for me to stop dwelling on past mistakes, things I can never change. The scenery, and lifestyle of college hopefully, will help me in this. Lilith has been a godsend (now there is something I never expected to say as a young teen). Constantly there throughout the trials and tribulations of growing up, she in her own special way is as much responsible for my lessening funk, as anything else has been.
Meeting our new house mother however, did NOT help. First impressions are often wrong, and this case is no exception to that rule. That said, my first reaction on meeting her was rage as all of the memories I have so carefully shelved flooded back into my immediate consciousness. I somehow managed to contain my inner revulsion and merely asked if she was any relation to that Caliente whore (not in those words of course). Her response that she had met her and her sister as a child but was not any blood relation soothed the savage beast that had risen in my bosom. I welcomed her to the house then and was soon impressed by her maturity and focus as she spent the evening hours working on her thesis for a class that did not even start until tomorrow.
Lilith has been after me for sometime to get outside more. So rather than do some painting as I intended, I gave in when she needled me to join her to see what we could pull out of the pond. OK, it was fun. I think I enjoyed the camaraderie of talking with my younger sibling more than dealing with any slimy fish. Thankfully, we did not catch anything beyond a stray boot Lilith pulled in, so I did not need to cope with touching one of the disgusting things. Talking about our grand plans for our college lives though was something I thoroughly enjoyed. Before too long, the chill in the night air became a bit too much as we headed into the house to prepare for bed.
Jill suggested that we spend our first night as a slumber party. Corny maybe, but this actually sounded like fun, so we all changed into our PJ's and gathered on the floor to share our innermost secrets in true "girl" fashion. We talked of the past and the future. We talked of jobs, books and illness' we had experienced. Eventually, our discussion turned to boys, and SEX... Laughing, we drew straws to see who would go first telling stories of our first, and then best, experience.
Unfortunately, I lost. Having to go first is not something I relished, especially since I had to admit that my first was also my only, and that it did not fit into a "best" category in any aspect of the experience. It proved to be cleansing however as I started "his name was Dustin Broke" and went into the entire sad story ending with the loss of my twins. A somber mood settled after that which Lilith immediately set to work to dispel. She regaled us with a tale of her first night as a teen when she snuck out and ended up at a bar downtown and got poked by some guy she did not even knows name (my money is on that creep Goopy) in the ladies room on the counter. Then, as she started on her best tale, she looked in my eyes and said she was sorry but...
the night I had told her about the size of Dustin's cock how she had just had to find out for herself. She had not intended to fuck him when she went over to his house, her intent was only to see it. She had however given in to her desires and fucked the hell out of him. "YOU BITCH" I screamed and proceeded to pummel her into submission. Laughing at the release, we both soon ended our tussle and returned to the circle our eyes on Jill.
