When I was twelve I started riding a racing bike. I didn't ride it for the exercise, I rode it because I liked the feeling of the hard long saddle up against my lady parts. I figured out that if I lifted the seat up, and I bent down to hold the handle bars I could stimulate my clit. The bicycle was not the only thing I 'rode'. I wanted something to insert, and I used my little brother's toy baseball bat. I could insert the small end inside of me and pull it in and out. I could get several inches of the bat inside my vagina.

We had a large German shepherd. I touched his penis. I would hold his sheath and masturbate it and get him to release his penis. I kissed it once.

I was fifteen, I masturbated almost every day. The house next door had a swimming pool that was being put in, and on that Saturday I went to talk to this man what was hooking up the pumps. He was alone and I showed him that I didn't have anything on underneath my skirt. He told me that what I was doing was wrong and stupid, but he stared at my pussy. I opened my legs and asked him if he liked to fuck girls, because I had heard that some construction guys were really queers. I had to grab his penis in his pants, I told him I wanted to suck him. We went inside the house and in one of the bedrooms I sucked his penis and I got on the bed for him to fuck me. I lost my virginity once and for all, really lost it, not with things I found around the house.

He was really nervous afterwards but I assured him I would never tell. I just wanted to get fucked and I wanted to suck a penis, although I called it a dick that day.

My next fuck was with a stocker at the supermarket. After that I got fucked by one of the waiters at the Italian restaurant in the neighborhood. I sucked dick and I fucked. The word gets around.

My father caught me at the lake house, I was there with a guy I had met at the mall. He was 28 and worked for the cell phone company, I was sixteen but I couldn't drive yet. Things were really bad. In the end my father did not press charges, he pretty much scared him into stay away from me.

I was sent to a Catholic all girl's school for the tenth grade on. No boys, so I got it on with one of the girls. She wasn't too interested on doing it, but she didn't have a choice. If I was a boy I'm sure it would have been accused of r**e. She was my girlfriend whether she wanted to be or not. I had no interest in boys once I got with her, all I cared about was having her be my girlfriend and against her will she learned how to have sex with me and do the sixty nine thing, which is so good. We had some very gay sessions. One thing, unlike my earlier experiences with the boys, I had orgasms with her.

By the twelfth grade I was in love with her, and I was very possessive. I was scared that she would go for a boy, she threatened to. I pretty much made her wear a pad every day, in case some boy put his hand down there he would think she was on her period. She was 'my' girlfriend. It wasn't until we were in college and a lot more mature that I understood that she was truly my girlfriend and always had been and she was never going to go for a boy. But in high school I didn't know that.

She has never had sex with a boy.

Around 26 we started talking about the future. It was scary. We had degrees but we were into traveling and not getting serious. Somehow the idea of having a kid came up, and since I was the one that had been with a guy before, it fell on me to have the kid. We used a donor. We grew up fast with the baby. She took to being very motherly. We decided that she should have a baby too, and we were able to use the same donor. By the time we turned 30 we were totally housebroken, with two kids and jobs and a mortgage.

The memories of being twelve had fallen away, until she reminded me of them (I told her everything, no surprises in case she ever heard anything), and we decided to sit down and write about it. No, I don't have a bike and who knows whatever happened to that baseball bat. I haven't had sex with a guy since I met her. I saw her that first day in the tenth grade and I never looked at anyone else. She says she was scared of me, they way I looked at her.