Puberty almost ruined me.

I won't divulge the country I spent my early school days in. Suffice it to say it was a developing country, or as my father would say back then, a backwater banana republic. He was there as an Agronomist working for the US Government as an advisor to the local agricultural community.

I grew tits. That is what happened. I grew tits. In the sixth grade I didn't have any tits and then in the seventh grade I had tits. And they were tits, round plump tits with dark nipples. I always had dark nipples, but with tits they got bigger and darker. I also got a full bush of pussy hair and I got hips. I went from being a girl in the sixth grade to 'blossoming out' in the seventh grade.

I loved my tits. I would stand in the bathroom naked in the mirror admiring my tits. I loved my tits. I ignored my pussy, which was carpeted completely by then. It was my tits that I focused on. I intentionally bought blouses that were a bit too tight so my tits stood out. My mother would make me wear a sweater, but I took the sweater off at school and let my tits show. The boys hung around and the girls were jealous, at least that is what I told myself, jealous that they didn't have tits like mine.

Seventh grade and I was approached by this boy, he was half American and half national, his mom was the American, and he offered me one dollar, and he showed the dollar, one US dollar if I would show him my tits. Every classroom had a closet where the supplies were kept and we snuck in during mid day break and I opened my shirt and lifted my bra over my tits and let him stare at them. He wanted to touch, but for a dollar he could only look. I let him look for a long time, several long minutes, and then I covered up and we snuck back out of the closet and went to the lunch room. I had earned my very first dollar.

The word got around and other boys brought their dollars and I made several dollars a week showing my tits, and I had lots of repeat customers. Both the American kids and the local kids. For five dollars I pulled down my pants and let him look at my pussy. Like I said earlier, up till then I wasn't focused on my pussy, I was focused on my tits. But he was focused on my pussy. His fingers were warm and they were hard, he touched me for a while running his fingers up and down my pussy slit. He undid his pants and pulled out his hard penis and he rubbed my pussy with his penis. He kissed me. He pushed my pants down all the way and he pushed his pants down all the way and he poked me with his penis right where it felt real good and he asked me how we could do it.

We were oblivious to the time, it was lunch break and we had been in the closet for a while. A girl from my class knocked on the door and told us that the teacher was coming. We could hear her talking to the teacher and asking her to go outside with her and we snuck out, I was still flush. My friend came back in and saw me and took me aside and asked me to go to the restroom with her and she helped me calm down. She was a local girl, we had been classmates for several years and we were good friends. She knew, as all the other kids knew, that I showed off in the closet. She made me tell her what happened. She was very hard on me and told me never to do that again.

I stopped the closet shows. Just stopped. I was scared.

Several months later my friend invited me to her family farm. We were there together. The subject came up again and I told her about how he had felt me and how his penis had felt me and we agreed I had almost been fucked. There was a deep gap between her and me. To her getting fucked was really bad, to me getting fucked was not that bad.

The boy in the closet fucked me at the next mixed party. He had figured it out, had talked to some friends, some older boys and he knew what to do. He took me outside and we went to where the cars were parked. He got his hands in my pants and felt up my pussy. He took out his penis and had me hold it and stroke it and then he had me bend over and put my hands on the car and he fucked me from behind. He fucked me. No doubt about it, he fucked me and he left it all inside of me when he was done. After that I was a whore. The whole school knew that he had fucked me and I was whore, a whore like most of the other American girls. American girls were whores and I had proved it.

For the rest of my time in that country I was a whore. We returned to the US for the night grade. I was never a whore in the US. Not once. I was the opposite. I had learned my lesson. By then I was not the only one with tits, and there were other girls who gave it away, and I kept it to myself. I talked a whole lot to my daughters while they went through puberty. I gave them the same face my friend gave me at the farm. I lied to them and told them that I saved myself for marriage. I told them to save themselves for marriage. They didn't, but that is what I told them.