Becoming

I lost my husband two years ago, killed by a drunk driver while riding his motorcycle. He was the love of my life, my world, and the only one I had ever been with, literally. He was the first boy I even held hands with. I adored him with body and soul.

I had just turned 13 and was at a party, even though I wasn't a party sort of girl. Bored, I was considering ditching my friends and going home, when in walked Zac, a tall lean boy of 17, who all the girls swarmed around him. Our eyes met and that was it, from that night on we were madly in love. The very next night I gave my virginity to him, which maybe I might come back and tell you about.

My friends teased me because it was obvious he was well-endowed, you couldn't help but notice the big bulge in his jeans. My friend Suzy, who was a total slut would practically drool and stare whenever she was around. She was always the one to be first when it came to sex.

She was the first to give handjobs, which she doled out every day when we were in sixth grade. Then was the first to give blowjobs, which she became known for in 7th grade. She lost her virginity in 8th grade to some random guy. After that it was anal sex, which she said was awesome but we all thought gross, making her laugh.

The summer before high school, she got tag-teamed by two guys, then got gangbanged by eight black guys, which made her the first to also get with a BBC. She bragged about getting spit-roasted and being made airtight. I don't know if its true, but she claims to have sucked off half the basketball team after they won a big game. So, yeah, first and only one to engage in Bukkake.

After I lost Zac, she became my best friend, staying with me and comforting me in my darkest time. I will always be grateful to her for that, and for changing my life which is where this is going. We hadn't been close, and after the wedding I had lost touch with her until the funeral.

The first thing I noticed about her was that she wasn't the big slut she had been, though she definitely dressed the part, even more than before. I was amazed when she turned down a guy who was really packing, I knew how much of a size queen she was. It was even stranger because I could see she wanted to hook up with him, the way she couldn't take her eyes off his bulge. It was surreal.

Then she would do strange things. One day she asked me to take a bus ride with her. She was wearing a halter top that showed off her small titties and her hard nipples, and an incredibly short skirt. She wanted to ride to the end of the ride then come right back. We were only on the bus a few minutes when an old man sat down across from us.

As soon as he sat down, Suzy turned to me, which had her spread her legs. I saw the old man staring at her and that's when I realized she wasn't wearing any panties and that he could see her bald pussy (first to shave also). I whispered to her what she was doing, and she closed her legs then said something odd. "One down" but wouldn't tell what it meant.

The rest of the ride was like that, she kept spreading her legs to show strangers her pussy, even changing seats twice to sit across from someone. She flashed an old woman, who showed her disgust, two young guys who gawked, a black guy who tried to hit her up, storming off and calling her a tease. Then there was the harried mother with two hyper boys who ran around the bus. She tried to be discrete, but I saw her looking with interest. And each time she counted off. There were more times she displayed odd behavior, but I think you get the drift.

One day, she came over and was wearing a little pink collar around her throat. It had a small heart shaped pendant that said "Hers" on it. It also had a little lock on it. She was very animated, her eyes lighting up when I mentioned it. I couldn't not say something because she was wearing her hair back, which she never did except when she was giving a guy head. Plus she kept touching it and even caressing it. But all she would tell me was that it was something special and meant everything to her. I never saw her without again.

Now, while all this was going on, I was dealing with my horniness, which was getting out of hand. I couldn't bring myself to even considering fucking another man, it felt like cheating. Instead I was masturbating constantly, amassing a number of dildos and vibrators, but it wasn't as satisfying as Zac's big dick had been. I needed to touch and be touched. Suzy saw my neediness, and tried to talk me into getting laid, but I just couldn't do it.

One night, we were smoking a joint and watching a movie when Suzy surprised me by putting her hand on my thigh, a little too close to my pussy. I was only wearing a pair of Zac's gym shorts and a tee. I wasn't sure what to say or do about it, but it did feel nice to be touched so intimately, even it was her. When I didn't try to move her hand she would absently caress me, with her fingers.

Part Two is coming to pick my story back up.