My name is Angie. When I was in my mid twenties, I was very sexually active, maybe to the point of being a bit loose. I was five feet two inches tall and very petite. I had small round breasts and most guys loved my legs that were long for my height. The guys would tell me I had a cute little butt and of course they all like to squeeze it. My hair was light brown and I kept it short so it was easier to care for.

As I said I was a bit lose and enjoyed sex with quite a number of guys. I started having sex when I was too young and it seemed I lived to get into bed with as many guys as I could find. During the first semester of college I slept with two guys at once after a football game after losing a bet on who would win the game. My reputation was one of being easy but to me 'easy' meant more sex. One guy called me a little nympho.

I only lasted two and a half years at college then ran out of money. I did pretty well in college but mom and dad didn't really have a lot of money so they couldn't pay my way. I worked part time at a grocery store as a checkout clerk to help pay my way and I got student loans for the rest, but it wasn't enough to pay my tuition. I lived at home because the school was in our hometown and I thought it would make school easier to afford. But back then I just couldn't make it work and decided to drop out.

After I dropped out I got in with a crowd from another town that liked to party every Friday and Saturday night. A couple of them had a big house on the edge of town where we could party without being disturbed. I hooked up with several of the guys on different nights and was enjoying getting drunk and getting laid. There was one guy named Bill that I slept with more than the others but it was more about sex and satisfaction than emotional ties. I guess I was the typical little slut.

One Saturday evening Bill and I were sitting at a hamburger restaurant eating dinner when he told me he had a sexual favor to ask of me. He told me he had invited two guys and a girl, from my home town, to the party, and one of the guys was still a virgin. I asked how old he was and he told me he was 23. I was intrigued. Bill told me he had let this virgin guy believe he'd get his cherry popped if he brought a case of beer to the party.

"So I guess I'm his cherry popper," I laughed. Bill shook his head yes and just smiled.

"I'll do it but I need to be drunk," I told him. Bill agreed so we went to the party where Bill started feeding me alcohol.