First Time Under Full Moon
I was only 14, and I was lonely. Growing up, I never had many friends; everyone thought I was too weird. My clothing made most people think I was Goth but I wasn’t, I just liked black and listening to metal, but the Goths thought of me as a wanabe poser. So you could imagine my frustration. All I wanted was for someone to like me for who I was, not by some label. To top it off, I was at puberty, so I had no friends, which meant no guys to hook me up or no girls I could work my way into their panties. So I spent most of my time reading. Since nobody bothered me they never knew that I always read erotic novels which I’d swipe from my cousin and legal …