Abridged from “My Teenage Diary” by Derek W. Smithers (aged 16)
November 16th 1994
My best friends at the moment are Karl and Lori. Whenever I was getting my face shoved into an unflushed toilet, getting punched in the ribs or if the bullies teased me and called me “orphan”, Karl was there to help me out. He’s really been like a brother to me. Lori’s a year older than me and Karl and although she looks like a vampire, we both think she’s cool, especially when she freaks people out in town.
Last week, Karl managed to steal some beer from Mr. Patel’s Convenience Store. I know he wasn’t a successful thief because Mr. Patel came running after us, threatening to slit our throats and burn our houses down. I was too scared to do anything although I made a mental note to go back and pay for the stolen beer. I felt like it was the right thing to do and besides, I really didn’t feel like having my throat slit or being burnt alive.
Anyway, we all got back and I showed Karl and Lori some of the magazines I found under dad’s bed. We all sat around, drinking beer and talking about idiots at school. Lori laughed because some stupid gang keeps trying to get with her but she’s not that into them, even if one of them is cute. Karl said he’s getting Super Mario All-Stars and even though I was interested, Lori wasn’t. Instead, she started looking through my dad’s magazines.
I’m not sure how it happened but somewhere between me and Karl talking about comics and films, Lori started moaning. When we both turned to look at her, her hand was down her skirt and moving around. Karl nudged me and walked over to Lori, unzipping his jeans. Then she giggled and asked us to get our things out. Of course, I had plenty of experience with dad so I wasn’t too embarrassed but I didn’t expect her to lean over and put it in her mouth. My god, it was incredible!
Karl started laughing and put his fingers inside her, which she also seemed to like. Before I knew it, I was having my first time with my two best friends. Lori really knew how to make someone like me happy, especially when she said that she loves to swallow. Sadly, dad caught us and demanded that Karl and Lori go home. After they left, I felt like I had done something terribly wrong. But dad said I could have them back over, as long as he gets to watch. My foster parents sure are weird.
Ahh, teenage innocence.
From what I recall, Lori wasn’t that innocent.
It sounds like you have some loving foster parents. BTW, I finally remembered to link to this page and took off my PWN Greenland link. Did another one of your sites get taken over by Russians? Fucking commies, nothing ever changes.
I just chose to leave, really. To do my own thing, you know.
This certainly gives us (your readers) more insight into your twisted, broken psyche.