The beginning of sex

I am not going to say my name is these blogs because of the possibility future careers and background checks down the drain. I am going to name myself Lexa. I am writing this blog because throughout my years of high school and now college I realized how much sex I have had. I really think I almost revolve my life around it-while I am in college and it should be revolved around my environmental presentation due thursday or my 5 page paper due thursday and my other paper due tomorrow. I find that is so hard to do school work with my mind constantly thinking about sex.

It all started when I was sixteen years old and my dad and my mom had raging arguments throughout my whole childhood and finally one nigh the police came-as they have done before-but this time my mom actually wanted to end it with him and get a divorce. I remember I arrived home to my dad in his red, nissan-Z as he was sitting there with blood on his knuckles. He was so enraged and punched my mother's armoire. I could see the divorce coming for years now so it was no shock to me.

I walked inside and did not want to be around police, my mother, my father, my little brother and sister who just looked lost. All of a sudden I see people chanting next door, "Chug, Chug, Chug!" So I walked over to the house drank an obscene amount, met a guy (who was 3 years older than me), and gave him a blow job in the bathroom. I was really classy that night.

Well the next night the same neighbor had again another party and this guy from last night and we were "sexting" even though I was a virgin-I pretended like I could totally sext.

Long story short the next night on my neighbors couch in the basement I discovered what 69 really meant and lost my v-card, opps...

That began my summer of sex with a guy I had sex with after only knowing him a mere 24 hours. I really thought loosing my virginity was over rated.