The Wet Diary (part 1)

in high school. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday a couple of months before, and I had three goals in my life back then. First, was to get out

hair but secretly dyed it late at night, thinking no one would notice. He had terrible "smoker's breath." I guess at least I should have been thankful he didn't chew and spit. Uncle Xander really thought he was a real lady killer, too

om to be happy, but this guy was no good, and she would eventually find that out. I had a

caught him out in our living room on Mom's computer looking at porn. Mom always went to bed early because she had to get up ea

to have a shot at fucking me, and I wasn't just being paranoid either. Uncle Xander pretend

ir of Levis snap. I had the full-body freckle thing going on and pale skin to boot. I was only really happy with one part of my body, and that was my crystal-blue eyes. But my hair was all anyone ev

of figured it would only be a matter of time before she would catch on to the scumbag and throw him out herself. I really loved my mom a lot, but since Dad left, Mom never seemed to come across any decent men. I really didn't f

rrow tools and such. Mr. Cleff was really nice to me, and we would often chat a little before and after I borrowed something. Our small town was rather hick, and he really stood out, being Hispanic and all. He was probably in his late 30s, short but stocky. He had the most piercin

r. Cleff spoke in very broken English, but a quick smile would always come across his face when he spoke to you. He was always so cheery

rest of the staff at the school. The teachers were all stuck on themselves, and the administration staff was even worse. They were trying t

over the sex or anything like that; he just spent more time with his friends than with.me. Besides, he wasn't going anywhere. He w

me. Small town living doesn't leave much to do outside of school and sports. I had spent many Fridays and Saturday evenings at the old quarry just outside of

k. I had more than my share by my senior year, but no one was ever going to stick an unprotected cock into me. Condoms were something you had to get from the next town over. Here, everyone knew everybody and all their business. There were only a co

ith any number of guys had they come prepared. Real