Eighteen and Excited

I know that becoming an adult isn’t really any different than being seventeen, but I could hardly wait. The day of my eighteenth birthday I joined an online dating service; I joined Adult Friend Finder. I had heard about Adult Friend Finder from a few girl friends of mine who were a little older than me. They met older and more experienced men online. And if they hit if off, sex, dates, dinners and shopping followed. I admit I like old men. I replied to five older men’s ads the first time, and sent them all a picture of myself. They all wrote back. I answered all their e-mails, and I made dates with each one of them. Most of them were married because they all wanted me to meet them in hotels. I didn’t care; I was in it for the fun. I have a plan. My plan is to learn to become the best lay any guy has ever had. Then I will find a rich doctor or lawyer, and I’ll fuck and suck him into marrying me. That’s why I like to practice on older men; they can teach me. The first guy I met was forty-five years old. When I got to the hotel he was waiting for me in the room. Eric was polite; he asked me what I expected from out meeting. I smiled at him and said, “I expect to have multiple orgasms. What do you expect?” He taught me how to tease a man with my body. He taught me how to give a slow, deep blow job. When we fucked he took total control. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm. My pussy is so young and hot that it squeezes the juice out of cocks quickly. He blew his load, like a gentleman, all over my face and not inside of me. Older guys always seem to know to do that, younger ones never seem to be able to figure it out. Anyway, afterwards he thanks me for a wonderful time and we parted, never to see each other again – unless I see him on Adult Friend Finder. He told me “This postman never rings twice,” whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Asshole. There’s lots of other men on Adult Friend Finder.