Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... errands and grocery shopping and what not. And today, as she had promised Sylvia and the girls a ride to the Wilding dance. Sylvia’s bitchy nattering was taking a toll on her nerves though.

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Yvonne felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach as she nervously looked again out her front window to see if that old blue chevy was coming down the lane. She was excited, more excited than she had been for a very long time. It may not technically or officially be a “date” but she was going to a dance with a beautiful, smart, funny, sweet young lady that she happened to adore.

She had felt something, call it chemistry, call it a tingle… whatever it was it had nearly bowled Yvonne over the first time she ever met Deeny. Geraldine Ava Simmons. Deeny hated her given name though. Yvonne told her that Ava was beautiful, and why didn’t she go by that part of her name? Deeny had said that she had always been “Deeny” growing up and it just… well… stuck. Yvonne had no problem with that and she told her as much.

Yvonne went by her own first name because she hated her middle name with a passion. Louise. Her own mother would call her Lou or Loui making it sound like Looey. He mother was a bitch… an alcoholic… and a bitch. She was a whore after her deadbeat husband left them to fend for themselves. Yvonne had seen so many men come and go through her childhood home. Ugly, disgusting pigs, violent men, and creepy sons of bitches that made her just want to hide.

When ...

... she was little, Yvonne was a very plain girl, pale complected, all elbows and knees. She was shy and reluctant to make friends so she kept to herself mostly. In school it was awkward and it got even worse as her body betrayed her and she went through puberty. Some girls develop gradually, yeah, that wasn’t Yvonne’s luck. No, she just sort of bloomed almost as if overnight. Suddenly she had breasts, her butt got bigger, her hips got curvy, and everyone around her noticed. It was her coming of age, her first menstrual cycle that was her undoing however.

Yvonne’s mother had never ‘had the talk’ with her about such things. It was a total shock when she had terrible cramps one day during gym class and rushed to the restroom. When she went to wipe, she saw the blood. The scream brought more attention to her than she ever wanted. It was embarrassing, it was humiliating, it was humbling. The long, very long, talk she had with the school nurse and assistant principle was almost too much for her to bear. But it got worse… so very much worse… the school had called her mother at home to tell her about the incident.

The drunken whore teased Yvonne mercilessly about the whole period thing. As if that wasn’t bad enough though, it wasn’t long before her mother began to make hints and insinuate that Yvonne should start ‘entertaining’ men as well. Unbelievable! Yvonne had run away from home after that. Eventually, she ended up in child protective services and foster care. She got moved ...