Eighth Grade Spokane Schoolgirl Part Two

At thirteen I do not know if I could truly argue that I was old enough to be sucking cock. I will say to the best of my knowledge, limited as it was, I was not the only girl in my class that sucked cock. I was however one of the few that would.

Now of course while I might have been willing to argue I was old enough, you know I was telling my parents or even my brothers about my love of hard dick.  (Of course, Paul knew but he spent the summer in Europe on work-study so he was not part of the equation that summer.)

It cannot be ignored that when I walked into the woods that day with Jon, I was somewhat hopeful that it would be more than just to make out.  It had been over two years since I lost my virginity and I was ready to get fucked again.  Sucking cock proved to be an acceptable alternative and for the better part of two years would be the only sex I had with boys.

Now I may have failed to share one bit of news that needs to be shared.  I have already told you that I would never again go to school as Glen.  I was a full time schoolgirl from the eighth grade on.

What I failed to share is that I made it clear to my parents that I was going to live my life as a full-time girl.  Of course, my mom had no issues with this decisions.  One could say she applauded my commitment.  Dad was however not happy about it.  Two years later my parents would divorce.  I would hold myself a bit responsible for the failure of their marriage if I did not know that Mom had most likely fucked all of Dad's friends, some of my teachers and many men in the neighborhood  -- not to mention her 'business partners' and 'old friends from high school.'

My Mom was so comfortable with me as Yvonne that she did not even blink an eye to undress in front of me. I was so envious of my Mom. She had the boobs and body a girl like me could never had. But it was maybe even less about her body, then my awareness that whether or not Mom had a 'date' planned for the evening, once she was dressed and out the door, she would find cock.

I envy how easy it was for Mom as compared to how hard it was for me.  Now it would get easier as I grew older, but it simply was never as easy for me as it was for my Mom.

That summer things had really gone downhill for my parents.  My dad seemed to be taking more business trips and Mom seemed to be going out more often at night when he was out of town. While I was envious of Mom, that does not mean I approved of what she was doing. Not that I was doing any better by my Dad.