Alex had an obsession with porn, and she knew it. Hell, she even accepted the addition. To be honest, the only thing she cared about was size and roughness. However, she was still in high school, and she still didn’t have the ability to go out where she wanted, and fuck who she wanted. Her father, Mr. Butler was a huge asshole; he monitored who came in the house, when she left, he even scoured her room, looking for drugs or contraband. Basically, Alex lived in a prison cell.
There’s a saying, “Strict parents raise sneaky children.” Whoever thought of that clearly had never met Mr. Butler. Alex still remembered junior year, her first ever boyfriend Mark, and how one night she snuck out to meet him. They drove to a quiet park, and in complete darkness Alex almost had her first kiss. Almost. She still remembers Mark’s face as Mr. Butler’s headlights lit up their car.
After that, nobody came near Alex. Her dad had said something so shocking to Mark, that not a single boy ever approached her. She could tell it was hard for them; she often caught them staring at her in the halls. Even her old math teacher paused, when she dropped something and had to bend down to pick it up. Yes, she was a massive flirt, but it got her nowhere.