I grew up in a coastal community and I lived with my mother and her boyfriend in a trailer park. My mother worked as a cashier at the local supermarket and her boyfriend was a handyman around town. When I came through puberty I had a larger than normal top, as compared to many of the girls. I was 14 with full C cups. My mom liked my breasts and she bought me clothes that enhanced my look. At school I was told to be more modest. It was confusing.

I had a teacher, she taught Latin, and she liked my breasts and told me to be proud of them and not listen to those old ladies who were just jealous. She would ask me to stay after class and we would talk and she would help me position my breasts to get the right look. Her hands were always under my breasts and her thumbs on my nipples and she would rub my nipples with her thumbs and tell me how beautiful my breasts were and how lucky I was.

One Saturday she invited me to go with her to this other town to look for school supplies. On that trip I got a dozen kisses while she felt up my breasts and she told me over and over again how she wanted to give me a slip of the tongue. I was pretty stupid because she had to fully describe how she was going to give me the slip of the tongue. When we got back to her apartment, she helped me out of my pants and she slipped her tongue in me and I climaxed. That evening she also let me slip my tongue in her. The sad thing is I never did do well in Latin.

On one rainy Sunday my mother's boyfriend got testy with her and he banged her in the living room couch. I was in my room and heard everything and walked out to see him on top of her. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes and then went back to my room. I asked my mother later that night what it felt like. She was hesitant, but she eventually told me she liked it a lot and that I should look forward to it. My turn came with her boyfriend and I liked it a lot. When she found out he was giving it to me this caused them to brake up. They had been together for eight years. This also caused my mother and I to become distant.

After high school my Latin teacher found me a job and I moved into a small garage apartment.

I went to junior college and then with her help I enrolled at the four year school and got a degree in Art History.

I have had both male and female lovers for the last ten years. I don't consider myself lesbian or straight. My emotions are still with my Latin teacher, but she understands that I need to be with younger girls. She is not very understanding of me being with men, which tend to be with guys who are a lot older than me.

If I had to stand up and only choose one, I would choose girls because I can get along with them. With men it is just sex, which I like and sometimes need. I just don't think I could live full time with a woman, I am better at taking orders from a man.