I Love My Legs

For beauty pageants, I was usually require to wear long gown with full skits, but given my personal preference I would always choose a skirt or dress that was short.  I am not entirely certain why this is except that of course boys usually wear long pants that conceal their legs and girls were dresses that show them off.

Mom was always telling me what pretty legs I had when I wore a short dress or skirt or even a pair of shorts so it was a constant source of positive reinforcement for me.  As I grew older, I took even greater pride in my legs.  After all I did not have  the natural facial beauty of some girls or the curves, but I did have great legs.

There was one other aspect of my love affair with my legs.  They always seem to drawn the attention of the boys and yes even some men, even when I was much to be young to be looked at by men. . . that way.  Of course one of the reasons young boys often looked at my legs was their hope that by doing so they might get a glimpse up my skirt and see my panties.

There would come a time in my life when I knew even though I did not have the tits I would have liked to have had, I always had my legs.  If my skirt was short enough, about the only thing else I needed to get noticed was a smile.  And I had learned a great deal about smiling as a pageant girl.

There was a couple years of my life when I was fairly certain some boys stayed their distance from me because they could tell I was too young.  And maybe I was.  But I had grown my faster than most girls.

While most girl still found a day at American Girl dressing their dolls up with their mother was a great way to spend an Saturday afternoon, I would spend my day at a nearby park or the local mall checking out the boys.

I had already learned that most boys my age were not yet ready to have a girl suck their dick.  I mean this both as in old enough to want it and secondly as in big enough to be worth my while.

I am not suggesting that biggger is better.  It would be more accurate to say that small was a waste of time.

Jon would be the first boy I ever sucked.  He was not terribly big so maybe it was a good first cock.  But after have gone down on him, I found that anything smaller was just not the same for me.

After I had been with a couple of older boys, then I really knew I like them bigger.

Now of course when I talk about size, whether I am talking about small or big, I am not talking big as in pornstar big.  I still had relatively small hands and I consider big to be any cock that I could grasp and hold as I sucked on the tip.

I am not going to share how old I was when I first started to suck dick on a fairly regular basis.  Suffice it to say I was too young.  And it could be added that for the better part of three years that is all I would do with boys.

Not that some didn't try to do more.  One day on the beach, I was all but ready to let a boy to further.  We found a secluded place on the beach.  We started to make out and I told him how much I enjoyed sucking on cock.  I was getting pretty horny and at one point he startd to slip his hand into my bikini bottoms.  He lost interest in 'down there' but he still had me finish him off.  As he watch me gulp down his load, he was the first boy to call me a slut.