I was in my early teens when I first got involved with her. She was a student teacher and helped out as an assistant coach on the volley ball team. She ate me one day. It happened after we had played another school and we were getting dressed to go home. I was in my underwear and she just ate me, first through my panties and then she pulled them down and ate me.

I had heard about it, being eaten. It felt good, actually it felt real good when she was eating me through my panties. Having her tongue pressed inside of me was a bit too much that day. It was several weeks later when she asked me to eat her. I suppose that first time, seeing her wide open crotch didn't make me feel like eating her. She had to hold my head down and push it into her. I didn't do a good job. She had to stop me and show me how I was supposed to do it. I learned and by the time her student teaching was over I had gotten a lot better at it and I enjoyed it.

My next experience was with a boy from down the street. He had a motorcycle and he took me for a ride and we went to this vacant lot and had sex. I did not suck his dick.

I was seventeen and at the beach with my family where I met this other girl my age, she was also there for a week. I don't know who advanced on who, but she felt like I did and we became friends for the week and I found I really enjoyed eating her, much more than my teacher and I enjoyed having her eat me. We fingered and ground on each other, we also had orgasms. We only really kissed the last day we were together.

College came and I dated guys, and I tried hard to enjoy it, but I really never did. I don't know, I just never did enjoy it. In my junior year I joined a leadership club on campus and I met this girl, her name is Joan. We hit it off and she felt like me and we got together. I liked Joan a lot and she liked me and we stayed together until we graduated. Then we went our separate ways after graduation.

With my college degree behind me the pressure to get married and start a family got to me and I agreed to marry that boy from down the street. Really he is a nice guy and after he and I had sex that day in the vacant lot he stayed in love with me. I have children now, and I am a housewife, since his parents gave us a house when we go married. I am content but not happy. I just don't 'feel' anything for him. I like him, I respect him and I try to be a good wife and partner. I do a good job with my kids, they are good kids.

But, I think of Joan every day. She is off in her own world, she went to New York for a while and met a girl from the L.A. area and moved out there with her. They broke up and she is hurting about it. I know that our lives are now on a path of their own and I will most likely live with my husband and kids. Growing up has been hard. My happy time was with Joan the last two years of college, but I know that there is no room in my life to be with her. I have kids.