Rights Of Passage Into The Adult World

It was my 15th birthday and I was allowed my first mixed company party. Boys and girls from school, and a couple from church. The party was at my house, early evening, my father cooked hot dogs and hamburgers. The girls went swimming, the boys stood around watching us. It was advertise as a pool party, the girls brought their new two piece bathing suit, one girl brought a small bikini. She got all the attention.

Back in the house after dinner, a couple of empty Coke bottles were brought out and we played spin the bottle. Three boys, three girls, per team, two teams. Some of the girls puckered up when it was time for the boy to kiss her. I kept my lips shut tight and he shoved his tongue on me. Somewhere it got out of hand and a boy got his hands under my arms and held me down with his hands on my boobs. Other girls were pretending to give blowjobs, no adults were anywhere.

It became a game to see which girl could take it completely. Boys with their dicks out and girls trying to swallow. Some girls had their shirts open, their tits hanging out for boys to touch them. One girl 'adopted the position' over the back of the love the seat. Another girl laid back on her back and let her legs open. A boy got down on her and ate her, the other girl had a boy on her back fucking her. No adults, just the music and the orgy.

Three of us escaped losing our virginity. None of the boys went home sorry, they all got a chance to prove their manhood. One of those girls who let more than one boy have her turned up pregnant. The story of my 15th birthday spread all over school, and nobody believed that I walked away still a virgin.

I was graduating from high school and the boy told me to get down and prove to him I was a real girl. He wanted to get his hand under my dress and feel around to see if he found a dick and balls there. He had been assigned the job by some classmates, I had a reputation for being stuck up and everyone knew I had taken vows at church to save myself for marriage.

I met a guy at college, he was from elsewhere, he was all over me and I wasn't prepared to defend myself and I walked away no longer a virgin. He demanded I act like his girlfriend. I embarrassed him when I didn't. It was a college thing, a boy with dirty clothes or wearing a shirt that hadn't been pressed reflected on the girl. I had 'responsibilities' that included being available to him, not blue ball him. And he liked me attending to him when we were in mixed company. He never served himself, that was another responsibility I got for being his girlfriend.

One day, one evening, at a party in the complex, this other girl brought him a plate of food from the kitchen. I shoved her aside yelling 'keep your hands off my boyfriend'. There was no recovery, from then on until we got married, I did the laundry and ironed, I looked after him at parties, and I made myself available to him. I married him a month after graduation, with all the implicit virgin rituals. I had been making his bed every morning for over a year when I got married.

Old habits don't die, as we have moved into the next stage of married life, with me staying at home with children, he's become even more 'dependent'. No maid can fold his clothes, no maid can wash his underwear. He has a wife for that. The maid is for vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms. And he is never blue balled, that's divorce stuff.