Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

Even when I was younger, I knew that I was a complete freak. People think that perverts become perverts because of them discovering porn during their childhood or something, but I think something in my hormones just decided to scream, “Ariel is going to become obsessed with sex before even knowing what sex is.”

When I was younger I used to get in trouble at school for doing things I wasn’t supposed to do. Curious things, harmless things, but definitely things nobody my age should have been doing. Stupidly, no one ever told me why what I was doing was bad. They just told me, “girls shouldn’t be doing that.” I bet if I got a reason I would have bothered listening, but since I didn’t, all the way up to high school, all that happened was that I got more subtle at it instead.

So, of course, I discovered masturbation during grade school, and from that point on I was set. I had a button on me that gave me good feelings when I pressed it, and the more puberty changed me, the better the feelings were.

And then I was told about the Holy Grail of it all – if you got a boyfriend, and

he

touched it for you? You were set. It felt even better, and you could just sit back and enjoy it. What’s more, his dick? Goes inside you. Feels unreal. Best feeling on the planet.

The only problem? I sucked at talking to two people in particular: adults, basically any kind of adults, which wasn’t that bad since I barely had to, and boys I was crushing on. And you needed to have a crush ...

... on a boy to make him your boyfriend, and he needed to have a crush back. It was kind of hard to figure out if he had a crush on me if every time I so much as looked at a boy I liked, I’d turn pink, look back down at my desk and start giggling to myself.

Any other girl would be worried about that. They would be seen as a weirdo and their popularity would be in danger. Fuck that. Who gives a shit if you’re popular? Once you have your own little circle, you’re set. You’re good. Wanting to be liked by everyone was reserved for little babies who couldn’t handle anyone thinking you’re anything less than the little princess you’re clearly not. And no one, in all of Hazelwood, understood this better than the Media Gang.

I loved the Media Gang. We weren’t really a gang, or even a club, but just the people that took ComTech in junior year and fell in love with it. Anything, from the morning announcements to whatever got posted to the school’s YouTube channel, was handled by us. We knew nobody gave a shit, but parents did, and anytime Hazelwood’s mouth spoke, parents would shower the school with praise. AKA, they showered us with praise.

I was not the leader by any means, but the Media Gang was such a family that the word ‘leader’ was just a formality anyway. To the family, I wasn’t just another student interested in media, I was just Ariel. And what’s more, I didn’t just have that family… I had another.

Outside of my career at school, I was crazy interested in two things – ...