There were a couple of girls who were in the popular clique who were also on my school's volleyball team. So I began receiving invitations to the popular clique's parties. The first Friday of December, I went to one such affair along with Dustin, Ronnie, Lisa and Ryan and spent a couple of  desultory hours until I hooked up with the 22 year old older brother of the guy who was throwing the wing ding. We went upstairs to his younger brother's room and got busy. He knew I was a freshman but yet decided he wanted to fuck me anyway, power screwing me to several orgasms a little while after I had given him a blowjob. He was cute, so what the hell. The cops showed up not that long afterward to break the party up. So he dodged a little bit of a bullet there.

Denise and I spent a lot of Saturday together, including in bed. That night, I received a booty call from Lyle and he gave me a good sorting out and then slept over. When we woke up Sunday morning, we had sex again and then I made him breakfast before he went home. A couple hours after that, Dustin turned up and we whiled the day away together, including doing the old in and out. So suffice to say, me and my pussy had a busy weekend.

And oh, I also finally remembered to order a strap on online.

I spent Christmas Day with Lyle, first cooking dinner for us and then having him bone me into next week. God, what a good fuck he is! When we tired of the food and the sex, he curled me up in his arms and helped me sleep very peacefully. The next morning, after I made breakfast, he told me that he doesn't know what he misses more when I go home, the sex or the food. We took a shower together and he subsequently drilled me again before I departed. We did the same thing for New Year's Eve.

On occasion, Ryan and Lisa would come over and use a spare bedroom to have sex in or just get some privacy. The initial condition for me to allow that was to be permitted to see Lisa naked. Her locker was two rows down from me, so I had never seen her fully in the nude, just her tits at the sleepover. It was quite the nice sight.

Of course, Denise and I were still having sex every now and again and she hung around a lot with me at lunch at school. We would also go on occasional dates. She was great company and it was just fun to be out with her. She was able to spend the night with me a few times, too, which was nice.

One Tuesday in late January, I joined Ryan and his friends during lunch. However, Lisa wasn't there. I asked him what happened to her. He said he had put her on a two day suspension for arguing with hm when he said he wouldn't go shopping with her. I was so proud. I pulled him aside, praised him for what he did and remarked that she would complain to her girlfriends about it and try to look like a victim,  but her friends would think what he did was totally hot. I also told him that if she didn't go back to him Thursday, he should consider them broken up. However, if she apologized by the end of the suspension then he was to act like the argument never happened and not rub her face in how he punished her.

I pissed off to track Lisa down and had a conversation with her, too, telling her how guys operate and why it was necessary for Ryan, who had heeded my warning to keep his girlfriends on a short leash, to do what he did. "Look Lisa, I know you love it when he's in control. All girls do. But you have to recognize men for what they are or all you end up doing is exert stress on them, which leads to them getting rid of you. They basically want to eat, fuck, shit, piss and feel like the king of their domain and when they can't do those things they look elsewhere. Now go up to him Wednesday and apologize. Then stop overthinking and personalizing everything, love him for who he is and you'll be a lot happier, not to mention how much happier he'll be with you."

She still didn't get why he wouldn't go shopping with her and I had to explain it to her. "Lisa, guys aren't girls. They like the end result while we like the journey. They also don't like the way we guilt trip them when we ask them how something looks on us. That makes them feel like they have to hide the truth from you so that they can keep getting laid, which is really stressful on them and it makes us look, frankly, insane and narcissistic. So stop the craziness! Men are not girls and they don't care about the same shit. They're raised different from the way we are. If you want to find a guy who loves going shoppng with you get a gay friend."

The next day, Lisa went up to Ryan during lunch and apologized to him before giving him a hug and a kiss. Ryan took her hand and held it while he continued to talk with the rest of us. Then as we all walked home from school, he had his arm around her. "Hopefully Lisa learned something from all this and her future relationships will be better for it," I thought to myself.

I was walking with Ronnie's hand in mine and he banged me after we reached my place. A couple days after that, he began going out with a cute Jewish girl named Maya and he and I never did the horizontal bop again. So that more or less left me and Dustin as the only uncoupled people in our group and therefore, except for the times when I was rubbing pussies with Denise or being booty called by Lyle, he and I were more or less a couple without portfolio. That would end, too, though.

About a month later and with a new semester underway, I hooked Dustin up with a girl in my science class named Carla. She, like Dustin, was cute and nice but not exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. Knowing that I was going to try to get them  together, I lectured Dustin on women and how to handle their needs and personalities before I introduced them. I did the same with her vis a vis men in hopes it would make the arc of their relationship flow smoother.

A new semester meant a new crop of boys who would get to know me in my classes as well as more male teachers to tease when the weather heated up. The first day of spring, March 21st, after I had been dressing mostly in turtlenecks and jeans over the winter, I walked into first period wearing a black leather bodycon dress and stiletto heels. Mr. Connors, when he saw me strut into the classroom, let out an involuntary, "woah!"  Everybody laughed, including me. The day after that, I donned a pink leather biker vest, white leather pants and pink knee high boots with spiked four inch heels (worn under the pants).

I had athletics for sixth period, which was devoted to physical conditioning for us volleyball players. We couldn't yet start to practice our sport as a team due to CIF rules, but we could weight train and run together. Denise skipped those workouts since she was going to graduate that semester and she wasn't really athletically skillled enough to play major college ball. Instead, she played softball with the regular PE classes that took place during that period. Afterward, we usually showered together and then we would go to my house, have sex and eat dinner. When she turned 18 in mid-April, though, she could begin going to the gay dance clubs and within a month got herself a real girlfriend. I was really happy for her.

The female basketball squad also worked out with us during that period. I hadn't known any of the basketball players at all because almost all of them were a year ahead of me or I didn't have any of them in my classes the previous semester. I also hadn't talked to them at any of the
parties I went to. I became pretty friendly with three or four of the girls on that team, including the two I knew to be lesbians. They were both juniors and had even been lovers at some point. They were femme, wearing long hair and very girly attire. One of the girls was actually a dyke, but her parents were big Christians and so her manner of dress was more of a defense mechanism than anything. I told her that if she had any trouble with her folks she could stay with me. That sucks, though, when a teenager has to be afraid of revealing their sexuality to his or her mom and dad. She wasn't even allowed to date boys, not that she would be interested, which turned out to be pretty funny and ironic.

How I found out they were gay was pretty simple: by the way they looked at me and the fact that once we got friendly they touched me a lot and fiddled with their hair. I saw that same look from Denise  I took the one girl, Mary, aside during our weight work and whispered to her that I knew she was a lesbian and that I was bisexual myself. Her eyes got real big. She denied it at first, but then when I approached the second girl, Missy, and said something similar to her and didn't do that with any of the others, they knew that I had sussed them out. Missy's parents were really liberal and probably wouldn't have cared if she came out of the closet, but she was afraid of somehow disappointing them. And then there was just the whole skeevy aspect to discussing your sex life with your folks.. So she didn't feel she was ready to tell them yet.

Anyway, Mary's mom was dumber than a box of rocks. She didn't want her daughter dating any boys until she was 18. Yet, once Mary had checked in at home after school, she would be allowed to stay out until 7 p.m. unsupervised, where she could do all the horrible stuff her parents imagined, like use the internet unimpeded (at her friends' house), have lesbian sex and even smoke a little weed every now and again. She wasn't allowed to have a cellphone because they didn't want her being tempted into sexting. The father worked 70 hours a week at a notoriously fascist company and was a crank politically. "He's just this side of mentally ill," Mary assessed. "Thank God he's not home that much."

Mary's virginity had long ago been claimed, except by Missy's strap on and not a teenage boy's penis. I wonder which one her parents would  prefer? They didn't allow Mary to wear pants, only skirts that went down to the middle of her calves. I offered to buy her more fashionable clothes that she could change into once she got to school, but she was afraid one of the evangelicals on campus would narc on her and she didn't need the headaches. The only reason they tolerated her being on the basketball team was because they figured it would siphon off some of her youthful energy that otherwise would be preoccupied by thoughts of boys and sex.

Both her and Missy took the bus home from school and lived right near the border of the district's boundaries. Once she said 'hi' to her mother and tossed her books into her bedroom, she would meet up with Missy and they took a regular bus to come to my house, where we hung out, had sex with each other and listened to satanic music like Deep Purple, Bruce Springsteen and Otis Redding.

Mary was tall, 5'9," and skinny at around 120 pounds with B cups. Her light brown hair hung down to her ass due to some pentecostal injunction against women cutting their hair. She had pretty average looks facially, had above average intelligence and was a little on the shy side that belied her tiger-like sexual enthusiasm. I also found out she was a great kisser and had a very sensitive and responsive clit. It could be that the repression in her household was being exorcized through her sexual ferocity.

That Saturday, I took Mary shopping at a mall in Costa Mesa, where nobody was likely to know her, and let her get things she actually wanted to wear. I hung her new togs up in the closet of a spare bedroom so she would have something to go out in public in now and not feel like such a geek. Mary also knew Denise, but was so afraid of having her true orientation being discovered  by hanging around with that tomboy that she decided to kind of shine Denise on. When Denise came to my house one afternoon and saw Mary, I could see the puzzlement on her face at what Mary was doing there. Denise knew about Missy, and had done the deed with her many times, but Missy didn't want to violate Mary's privacy, so she didn't spill the beans to Denise about Mary being gay..

One thing, though: my fondness for ridiculing religious nuts in no uncertain terms and my own chequered sexual history made me urge Mary to not be seen with me at school lest a bible pounding snitch send word back to her parents about being under my wicked spell. All this bullshit for the sake of a bunch of fairy tales. Amazing.

While all that was occurring, I met one of the tallest guys on our basketball team,  Dave Oliver, at a party one night and he asked me out. He was 6'4," which should tell you something about the lack of length on his squad. I let him now that I wasn't into having an exclusive relationship at that moment, but if I liked him we might still be able to to have some kind of intimate relationship. He was nonplussed by that response initially. So I told him that if he didn't want to go out with me now I would understand. He realized that he could have somebody to fuck without a lot of the hassles being with a girlfriend entails. It would also leave him a chance to pursue other poon, though he had to understand that I was going to sleep with other people, too (of both sexes, though he wouldn't know about me going for women).

He picked me up the following night. I asked him to first tell me where he was taking me. He said that he was going to take me to a chain restaurant and then to a movie. "Honey," I retorted, "I eat better food I make myself every night than what that restaurant makes. And I have kind of peculiar tastes, at least compared to most people, in movies. How about you take me to coffee shop, buy me a cup of tea and we can talk for a while and then go from there?"Considering that I was basically proposing to save him about $50, he knew that was an offer he couldn't refuse. He rejoindered that it was the first time a girl had asked him to not take her to dinner.

I explained my thinking to him: "First, Dave, getting to know somebody while you watch them eat is kinda awkward at best and it might even be a little bit gross to some people. Also, when you take someone to a movie, you can't really talk to them and that's not very good for fostering communication. If the movie sucks or it's something one or both of you turn out to not be interested in, it tends to color the mood you're in at the end of the night. Then you have the money you would have spent; you're hoping that you can get into her pants after you've spent whatever you've spent. That induces a lot of stress on both sides since access to her pussy becomes a kind of return on investment. So it's better if you simplify things to get the communication rolling and you're going to get further into developing the relationship that way than just doing the usual boilerplate bullshit. Finally, if you get a girl who is more interested in how much gets spent on her than the possibility of having you as a partner she's a whore, not girlfriend material. You kick the whores to the curb so you can find a girl who will be a good partner for you."

"Man, Dawn y,ou're a real different girl," he observed. "Yeah, I don't do herd animal very well," I riposted. "When I first saw you and thought about approaching you, I was wondering if maybe I was getting in over of my head. Usually chicks who look like you are a big pain in the ass." "The reason that chicks who look like I do are a pain in the ass is that guys let them get away with it. If guys start walking away from high maintenance cunts then they will slow their roll unless they want to be alone. Be a man, know when your dignity is being challenged and refuse to allow that bullshit to continue. We like guys to be leaders and leaders don't put up with anybody's bullshit."

"Why are you telling me this stuff? It's kinda weird to go on a date and get lectured about how to handle women." "Yeah, you're right. But guys have been cowed into accepting a certain state of affairs the last 30 years and they're made miserable because of it. And some of the shit women get away with now, as a woman, it's embarrassing. I mean, who elected them princesses? Yeah, a lot of you guys are no bargain, either. I mean, shit, this has to be the slobbiest generation of men ever! I see guys at school who just flat gross me out! But fuck, have some standards, guys! Don't take bullshit just because the other party has a vagina!"

"Okay, message received, Dawn. But let's say I  bring a girl here rather than to a decent restaurant, isn't she going to think I'm a cheapskate?"  "And you care what she thinks because why?" "Because I want her to like me." "Dave, on the street, what do you call a girl who demands you give her money for her time?" "A hooker." "And the difference between that girl who demands you spend money on her for her time and a hooker is what?" "Point taken." "And at least wiith the hooker, you know you're getting laid whereas regular women use their vaginas as bargaining chips from day one until; the day they die. People like to condemn prostitutes, but they're probably more honest about what they do than so called respectable women." "Yeah, I can see that. So what you're saying is make things simpler and don't put up with women's shit." "That's right. And when they start trying to fuck with you, you calmly but firmly tell them to knock it off and to act like a rational adult or you're walking. And if they do it again you leave and never come back. They will bitch to their girlfriends about how you booted them, but their girlfriends will find what you did oddly attractive because their current boyfriend is probably a pussy who is so afraid of losing access to her vagina that he allows her to walk all over him. And does she respect him for it? Fuck no. As soon as someone with a bigger dick or, more likely, a bigger wallet comes along the pussy will find himself out of doors so fast he won't know what hit him."

"You know, I gotta hand it to ya Dawn. Usually chicks endlessly yap yap yap about shit I don't care about. But you've taught me something i  can use." "Thanks, baby, I'm glad to be of use to somebody," I giggled. "I'm going to get something, Dave. You want anything?" "Nah, that's okay." "Dave, don't be a pussy. What do you want?" "i want a hot chocolate." "Okay baby. Be back in a minute."