My name is Kelly Cox. I'm a gorgeous blue-eyed, blonde-haired, 22-year-old former cheerleader. All through high school I kept my virginity sacred, planning to save it for marriage. But one day, at 18 years old, I changed my mind and lost my virginity. Ever since, I've been a sex addict. I can't get enough. I'll fuck anyone anywhere anytime. I made this diary to record all of my sexual experiences.

June 9, 2006: The Day I Lost My Virginity

When I popped into work this afternoon Terry wanted to know if I was going to our co-worker's going away party. I work as a receptionist in an office for a small company.

I knew Terry fancied me, he was always looking down at my breasts, but I wasn't attracted to him and didn't want to upset him. He's much older than me, about 35-40 years old, and clearly a pervert, but overall, he's not a bad guy.

It would be difficult to get out of it though so I said I would go for an hour.

The party was at a small restaurant downtown that also had a bar for the workers to drink.

I arrived at the restaurant in a taxi. I'd put on a new red dress which was cutting lower than most things I chose to wear at that age. It showed off my large and firm breasts, curving over the top of each mound and revealed inches of soft brown flesh.

The drinks were already going down well when I arrived. Terry saw me walk in and came over. He bought me a non-alcoholic drink (I wasn't of age at the time) and we chatted.

The guy who was leaving came over in a group. His name was Mikey and he was in his late 20s. He had an oval face and dark hair, combed back heavily at the sides. It was almost a 1950s rocker cut, but shorter. His lips seemed to be always slightly parted in a sexy smile which appealed to me. When our eyes met, he held my gaze. Mmm...

There were a lot of rounds of drinks being bought and I snuck a few alcoholic drinks. I was slightly drunk when the party split into taxis and headed into another restaurant in the city. Mikey got into the same cab as me.

Mikey's leg was against mine and he made no attempt to move away. I felt the heat of him through my dress.

In the other bar I watched him dance with a couple of girls from work, thinking it should be me.

Then when it was thinning out, a voice said over my shoulder: ''What are you having?''

I turned and found Mikey standing beside me. His face was so close again, like in the taxi.

"I don't know," I said. " I really shouldn't be drinking. I'm thinking of going home. Sorry."

"That's okay." He glanced around at the others. They were spread out now in their usual groups. Some were very drunk, some were dancing, and some were both. "Would you mind if I came with you?"

Our eyes met. He had that sparkle in them. His lips were slightly open.