I'm just your typical girl next door. I like pretty things, enjoy the outdoors, and shopping at the mall. I enjoy the smell of flowers in the spring and long walks in the moonlight. However, underneath my facade, I'm really just a slut. It all started at age 11, when I let a boy finger bang me on a family camping trip. In high school, when my girl friends were trying out for cheerleading squad and Home Coming Queen, I was lifting my skirt, dropping my panties and banging boys in the bathroom. My college days weren't much of an improvement. During long, boring class lectures, I'd drop my pencil, climb under my desk to fetch it, and find my lips in the boy's lap who was sitting next to me. Although, I've mellowed somewhat in my older age, my professional life has still been rather promiscuous. I wear my business suits tight and short, leave too many buttons unbuttoned on the top of my blouse, and actually love the fact that men spend more time looking at my tits and legs than listening to what I am saying. In short, I can still be very, very naughty.