I Have Two Lives, One Before And One After.

I was in the eighth grade, at my first boy girl party. After a while of listening to music someone found a bottle of Vodka. They started drinking screw drivers, getting drunk. Some girls started to hive blowjobs, other girls let boys fuck them. These boys were older, this was the party for the girls to lose their virginity. One of the boys fucked me between the back of the sofa and the wall.

No one complained, who fucked you was important. Who you gave a blowjob to was important. Now we circulated, had dates, went to more parties. By the time we were in the eleventh grade we were established, girlfriends of older guys, some in college. My boyfriend flunked out and joined the Marine Corp, and was killed two months after arriving in Viet Nam. From then on I was free to find my own boyfriend.

Those years, away at college, were a non stop sex party, learning to have sex with men I never met, and never saw again. Some men liked two women, some men liked other men present. No rules, sex. It didn't matter, make live, not war.

For some reason I was never interested in alcohol or druqs. I graduated in 1978, with a degree in Sociology. I worked as a secretary, a happy to date secretary. Even when they were married. Things got serious ion his side, his wife divorced him. We eloped and got married, and the party stopped. I've been married over forty years. I have two children. I'm a grandmother.