Confessions of a Small Town Girl

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I grew up in a small conservative town in South Georgia as the daughter of a Baptist minister, so as you can probably imagine, I was as naïve about the sexual world as one could possibly be. From a small child, I was taught to be a lady, to dress modestly and to never disrespect my elders. I dressed in mostly dresses or skirts that went well below my knees, and blouses or shirts that were loose. I went to a Christian school from kindergarten until ninth grade where we learned from a basic academic curriculum with Bible studies and theology thrown in. The only sex that was mentioned were Bible readings and was read over quickly, without any indication that it was there. We were so naïve that I can honestly say I didn’t even realize it was talking about sex until I was older.Even in our sheltered world, we knew that there was a connection between guys and girls, I even had a boyfriend. We would eat lunch together every day, he would walk me home while carrying my books, and every Sunday at church, he would sit beside me. We were a serious item. When we entered the tenth grade, our lives changed. Ben, my boy friend, and I walked into the high school on the first day, and we felt as out of place as a whore at a preachers convention. All the girls were wearing shorts that we so short that parts of their butt cheeks were hanging out the bottom. My daddy would have killed me if he thought that I had even thought about wearing shorts like that. Not only their shorts, but their shirts looked as if they had been molded on because the shirts hugged their breast, and I was positive that some of the girls were not wearing bras because I could see their nipples sticking out. Ben walked around all day with his tongue hanging out like a thirsty dog. I walked altyazılı porno around in complete dismay over these girls’ parents allowing them to come to school dressed like that. After home room, Ben and I went our separate ways. The classes were much like the ones I had been accustomed to in my old school. Math, language, History, but instead of Bible Classes, we had Health. I had never had a health class and I had always been intrigued by medicine and sports so I was very excited about that class. The day went with not much excitement. I sat in the front row in each class, and although there was always some kind of ruckus going on behind me, I never looked back. I met with Ben at lunch and we sat under a pine tree and ate. He told me about all the cool kids he had met and this, that and the other, but I was not paying much attention to him. I felt like a fish out of water, and was not adapting as well as he was. In our old school, I had always been considered the pretty popular girl. I had played softball since I was nine years old, and had won a few pageants, so I had a very high self esteem. I had long blonde hair, and blue eyes. I thought I was pretty, and so did everyone I knew. Now, however, I didn’t feel so pretty. After lunch I had Health. I was hoping that it was going to be as fun as I had hoped it would be. When I walked into my Health Class, I stopped dead in my tracks. On the walls were two posters. On the top of the first one read “Male Reproductive System” the other read “Female Reproductive System”. I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment. I sat at a desk just as far from those posters as I possibly could. The subject of sex was so foreign to me, and I was embarrassed, frightened and disappointed. zenci porno The teacher’s name was Ms. Jensen. She was a pleasant woman, in her late thirties or early forties. The first thing she did was called the roll, and all the other formalities, but for some reason, I could not keep from looking at those posters. When Ms. Jensen began to talk about the day’s lesson, I began to listen to her. She was talking about the penis and vagina and what they had to do with reproduction. Of course, we had class know-it-all’s who would throw their unsocial remarks in. As she talked, she said a word that I had never heard before: orgasm. As she explained it, both men and women experience orgasms during sex, and that it felt really good. When the bell rang for the class to end, I was still curious about this new word. The next two classes went as the rest and soon Ben and I were walking home. Ben continued to blab about his day and I continued to wonder about orgasms. When we got to my house, he walked me to the door and when I went inside he left. I went straight to my room and pulled down one of my encyclopedias. My dad had a computer, with internet to help him with his sermons, but I was not allowed near it ,so I had to use the World Book to get my answers. I researched orgasms for hours. My research led me into a world that I did not know even existed. One thing that caught my attention was masturbation. I read where a person could make their self have an orgasm all by themselves. Of course, that really stirred my curiosity and late that night when my parents were asleep; I quietly went into my Dad’s study, and got on his computer. Once it booted up, I typed “masturbation” into the search box. I felt so aldatma porno dirty as I read article after article about masturbation, and I also got an unfamiliar feeling all over my body. My nipples hardened, and my panties felt damp. This scared me, but I could not pull myself away from the computer. Around one in the morning, the feeling was so strong, that I turned the computer off and after asking for forgiveness, I went to sleep with the images going through my head. The next several days, I tried not to think about what I had seen on the internet that night, but I was not very successful. One night when my Dad was out on visitation, I got the nerved to ask my Mom about masturbation. That was a big mistake. She began to give me a lecture on why masturbation was a sin and that sex had been created for the sole purpose of reproduction but Satan had turned it into an industry for money and pleasure and how everyone was going straight to hell for using it that way. After that night, I was scared to death and feared I was bound for hell, so I forgot about it. Ben and I began to get more popular in school and with softball, volleyball and other activities I didn’t have time to think about it so all was good, or so I thought. In mid October we had our Homecoming Dance. We had dances in our old school. We would wear our Sunday dresses, and dance to music that was age appropriate. As we were getting ready for the dance, Lauren, my new best friend, and I went to a dress shop with our Mom’s. I had planned to get a nice church dress, but when Lauren walked out with the first dress she tried on, I almost wet myself. It was a coral dress with one strap across her shoulder and showed a lot of cleavage. Lauren was blessed way more than in the breast department and she liked to show it. The dress went mid thigh and I thought she looked beautiful, but I knew that my parents would never let me wear something like that. Lauren tried on several dresses but decided on the first and her mom bought it without question.

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