Rights Of Passage, Sluts In High School
I grew up in a small town. My father was the pharmacist and we were part of the community. I had a friend, whose mother worked with my mother, at the food pantry. She and I hung around together and one afternoon we had gone on down to the Dairy Queen where the high school kids hung out.
A senior, who had just gotten a new pickup, offered to drive us around. We went around the bypass and then out into the country. There were lots of small farms, and he pulled into a dirt driveway, far enough so that we couldn't be seen from the highway. He wanted pants down, to decide which one of us had the better pussy. It wasn't just taking a good hard look, he used his fingers to feel us up, and his dick to fuck us. That was our 'surprise' that afternoon. We had been inducted into the club for seniors, as junior girls for their use and pleasure.
It was a well known club, if you weren't in it, you were a whore, a slut, etc. If you were in it, you were like a queen, a princess, all the seniors paid attention to you. It was time that we got on the 'p!ll' and we had to be examined by the doctor to get a prescription. You don't get on the 'p!ll', if you aren't 'active'. So like it or not, we had to ask our mother's permission. The permission came with a long lecture, and we were exposed to condoms, which no sane senior would ever wear, and a booklet from the government on sexually transmittable diseases.
Unofficially the sluts and whores of the seniors we were passed around from one boy to another. Some of the older girls weren't happy, we were taking their place, but that's the way it was every year. The junior girls always displaced some upper classman, who moved on to put out with some college kid.
Our high school was State Champ in our division, so there was a big party for the football team. We were invited and we went, we had been careful to be 'ready' for the party and we got a lot more than we bargained for. Actually that night it was a gang bang and we went home 'used' and 'useless'. My mother came in and tucked me in bed, and told me that I had gone one bridge too far. "To think hard, is that what I wanted. Think, girl, what are you going to tell your daughter one day?"
That's the day, or night really, that I 'grew' up. And I dragged my friend, kicking and screaming, along with me.
