I went to an all girl school from the seventh grade until I graduated, Catholic girl's school. I was involved in sports, played soccer and volley ball, I was in the choir and I was also involved with various outreach programs for the city poor. My parents are very well to do and most of the girls in the school came from well to do parents. I finished school and after a couple of tries ended up at a small religious school in Lubbock Texas. I didn't know the cowboy culture and I didn't know that either you put out or you got out, I didn't know what a pickup was or how to wear boots, I didn't know what being hogtied meant, I didn't understand what sucking up meant, I didn't know what getting a new asshole meant. I got a new asshole bent over the tailgate of a pickup truck.

I never told anyone, I never saw him again, I never went close to a pickup again, every time I wiped I touched myself gently with my finger, touching all around my button. It doesn't hurt anymore but I still tenderly touch my button. I graduated with my degree in Music and went back home to try and get a job teaching at a school. The only place that took me was at my old high school as an assistant teaching music seventh and eighth graders. I saw all these happy girls and I remember being happy and I wondered how many of them would get their little button holes fucked by some dirt bag man in a pick up. I dreamt about them getting bent over, the cowboy I dreamt of was the spitting image of the cowboy that cleaned the floors at the college I went to, with tobacco spit drooling out of his mouth, uneducated pushing a mop. I wanted to scream at them that their world was going to come to an end, but I kept my mouth shut and continued to touch myself after wiping.

My parents retired and moved to a vacation home that they had built in Maine. I stayed and lived in a garage apartment of some friends of my parents. I had my job and once in a while I talked to my landlords. I started to masturbate. I found some literature on line about masturbation and I ordered site unseen a vibrator and used it to masturbate. If I had an orgasm I felt guilty, if I didn't I just masturbated until I got tired and went to sleep. I ran out of batteries so often that I would by the large battery pack at the supermarket. I tested the vibrator on my button hole and liked it, not so much in my front hole, yes a lot on my clit, it made me have an orgasm but it also hurt, painful but in a way that I didn't want to stop.

My landlady had to let the repairman in to fix the toilet and she found the vibrator on the bathroom sink where I had washed it and left it. When I got home she came up to the apartment and held the vibrator out and told me that she didn't approve of such things or of such girls and I had to move out. Move out by the weekend, take my things and get out, and she never imagined that I would be one of those girls. She didn't return my vibrator. I had no choice and I packed my things up in boxes and a friend from school, a fellow teacher let me camp out in her apartment. I suddenly lost my job too, I was just fired no explanation given.

I lost my paycheck and I was embarrassed to ask my parents for money. I got a job working the cash register at the Walgreens and I could barely get by as long as I didn't pay rent. I went to the foodbank to get food to help out with my friend. One evening my friend talked to me and told me that she had been told that it didn't look right for her to let me live there. I was an embarrassment to the school and if she wanted to stay working there she needed to ask me to leave. She didn't know what the embarrassment was so I emptied out with her, told her about the vibrator and that is why I was kicked out of my apartment, but I also told her about Lubbock. She had a hard time believing that you could be bent over a tailgate like that but after telling her several times in detail she finally believed me.

After talking with her she decided that she would resign and she would get a job elsewhere. We both ended up with low paying jobs and barely making it, we depended a lot on the food bank and we talked a lot about Lubbock. One night she asked if she could touch my button. I decided to bend over the kitchen table and let her see just how easy it is for a man to give you a new asshole if he has you bent over like that. She touched while we talked, she touched further down and put her finger in my vagina, I asked her touch my clit and as soon as she did I slammed my legs together. I opened them again, grabbing hard onto the table and she touched me and started to rub me. I was encouraging her, giving her directions, I asked her to rub my button again, to push her finger in. She fingered my vagina first and then she fingered my button with her finger in up to her knuckle, I held on to the table while she fingered me. I confessed to her that when I was bent over in Lubbock I had first been fucked in my vagina and then he had asked if I wanted a new asshole and when he started I said yes and that is how I got a new asshole in Lubbock. It is just that I felt so bad about it that I didn't let him see me again.

After she was done I asked her to bend over the table so I could show her how good it felt. I started with her button, which was a dark brown and pushed my finger in a little, I fingered her vagina and got rough with her and then I played with her clit like she had done with me. I kept asking her if she liked it and she kept saying yes, I got the urge to kiss her and stuck my tongue in her vagina and then licked her button while I fingered her. We really got carried away and we move onto the bed where I ate her missionary style. After her orgasm we laid side by side for a while and then made out. I had read a lot of literature and I played with her breasts, pinching her nipples and nibbling hard on them, feeling her up and fingering her, going from her mouth to her vagina and back to her mouth, I got myself so worked up that I had to work my clit to have an orgasm and drop on top of her.

We had sex many times after that, we had our low paying jobs, we stayed away from our high school and anyone that went there, we talked about how the girls were going to leave and put out and suck up and bend over for some guy, we bought a couple of vibrators and a couple of male phallic penises and we used them, more the vibrators than the penises, and we found new ways to have sex, but always no matter what we were doing I asked her to use a vibrator to fuck my button while I used my fingers to play with my clit. The bed never got made, the apartment was always a mess, we ate and had sex, we had sex and we ate, we barely got our laundry done, we didn't much talk to anyone else, we mostly just had sex. We developed a rule that for every year that you spent suppressed at that girl's school we would spend two years having sex to get over it. We have ten years of sex ahead of us, and we intended to make them count.