My brother and I were kept indoors and not allowed to socialize with friends from school. Our social life was primarily with church kids. When it came time for a mission trip to Rumania I was told no because I was a girl but my brother got to go. He came back with gonorrhea that he caught from some woman of the night that he and his friends paid for sex. He had to take medication and he got a yelling from my father about being stupid because he should use a rubber and my mother was upset that her little boy was in one of those woman's arms.

Meanwhile I stayed virgin, so virgin that I was ready to get the dog to fuck me. I was seventeen and even many of the church girls had lost their cherry and my cherry was intact. I looked at the dog and thought about pulling him up between my legs but I didn't. I got on the internet and found a website with instructions on how to train your dog. I got him to push his penis out, I laid down beside him to suck his penis but I didn't. I decided that our dog was queer.

For Thanksgiving, that is why I am writing this now, we were put together in teams and sent to the homeless shelter to help serve dinner. All the kids had one adult supervisor, usually one or two boys and at most one or two girls. We were told how to dress, dress down and don't show any shoulder, boob, leg, back, neck. I wore this dress but I went commando. I told my best friend, the other girl on my team, and she went into the ladies room and took her underwear off too and we flashed each other before going out to the room where the food was served.

The boys that were with us were dweebs, and the adult supervisor we had was the librarian at our school. We had fun pretending that the men were watching us. This one homeless guy kept looking at me and when he caught my eye he grabbed his crotch. After a minute I broke the stare and went back to work. I was driving by then, and I had to run errands for my mother and she kept a pretty close tab on me and I had to check out and check in. One day right before Christmas she sent me to Hobby Lobby and in the parking lot was this man from the homeless shelter. He recognized me and I recognized him. He stood against the wall when I was walking towards the doors and grabbed his crotch.

When I came out he followed me to the car and said he would help me load the stuff in the trunk. When he was done he said he wanted a kiss. He was dirty and all so I just sort of kissed him on the cheek but he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth. He told me his name and that he was there sleeping behind the building if I wanted to come by and be with a man. That night I couldn't stop thinking about it, I had been kissed and I called my friend and asked her to come by and pick me up to go study at her house and we went over to Hobby Lobby and parked in the gas station next door.

We sat in the car for a while. We worked up the nerve and got out and walked around back where there were several men camping out. John, I will call him John, saw us and came up and asked what we were doing there and we said we had come to see if he needed something to eat. We took him to Burger King and then went and parked behind the church and I got in the back seat with him and she kept look out while I got popped.

After we were done and I was dressed we drove over near Hobby Lobby and let John out and we went back home.

That is how I gave up my cherry. My brother went with a prostitute in Rumania and I went with a homeless man. It was several years later that I told my brother of my night out. I have memories but they are mixed up and my friend corrects me all the time, mostly to tell me that it was a mad fuck in the back seat and then he got off. He didn't kiss me when he fucked me that night. I guess the earlier kiss had to do. But I finished high school with experience, I wasn't one of those virgin girls who look so sad in our high school graduation pictures.