MY DEFLOWERING PLAN

*STEPHANIE MEYERS OWNS EVERYTHING. I JUST FIDDLE WITH THE CHARACTERS & STORY

Prologue: A Virgin's Fucktastic Tale

It all started my senior year. The year that I made it my mission to lose my virginity once & for all, come hell or high water. Why you might ask? Let me tell you why, because I was fucking horny, plain and simple. Contrary to popular belief, a girl my age can be as horny or hornier as any pimply teenage hormonal boy. Well in my case I was and then some. Sex was always on my mind. In my world at the time I saw penises everywhere. Not literally of course but my mind was seeing any shape as a phallic representation of a penis. Popsicle stick = penis on a stick. Fire Hydrant = red penis. You get the picture. I was obsessed with male genitalia. How old was I? I was 17. I felt like I had been 17 for a long time. A virginal horny 17 year old girl with penis on the mind. I was a walking fantasy for teenage boys and probably for old men as well.

I know what you must be thinking. You are thinking I must be some type of deviant that was brought up in a broken home, maybe I was sexually abused type looking for a constant father figure. But you my friend, are completely wrong. My background is pretty boring. My father is the police chief of a small suburb outside of Chicago. My mother was an elementary school teacher, but apparently back in the day she had a wild streak where she was a drugged out hippie. She calls it her "lost" years and now, if she could, she would be Nancy Reagan's best friend to continue on with the Reagan's failed "Just say no to drugs" campaign. Maybe that's where I get a bit of my wild streak from.

Besides learning about the birds and the bees from a very awkward conversation with my mom at age 12 and being exposed to technical diaphragms of the inner workings of a vagina and a penis in sex ed, my most influential introduction to sex came from movies and television. I think I was 12 or 13 when I walked into my parents watching a scene from a movie with two semi naked teens frolicking in a beautiful tropical paradise. My parents tried to get me to go to my room because they deemed it "inappropriate" for my age, yet still, I sneakily watched the sex scene from banisters of our stairs. With my head pushed through the stairs and both hands grasping on to the upper beams, I saw the most beautiful erotic scene. The movie was Blue Lagoon with a very beautiful Brooke Shields, and it completely triggered my sexual interest. Let's just ignore the fact that the two main characters were brother and sister, which I learned shockingly at a later age.

I had always pictured myself losing my virginity at age 16, Sixteen Candles style. Where the hot boy finally falls for the geeky girl and drives her off in his red sports car. The finale was consisted of hot boy presenting her with a beautiful candle lit cake on top of his parent's dining room table. Yada yada yada. Only in my version of the movie, after the candles were blown, the cake would have been half eaten half smeared on our faces and bodies, and pushed aside. I would have lost my virginity right there on that goddamn table! I would have ridden that boy so hard that the fucking table imploded. But lets face it, that was a movie and this is reality. Reality is not all flowery, pink, and perfect. Reality is like a slap in the face, there are flaws and mistakes, and sometimes reality is just down right cruel.

I was definitely late bloomer. I didn't get my boobs until the tenth grade. I was literally flat as a wall all throughout my ninth grade year, with absolutely no need for a training bra, so I went bra-less. Not like anyone could tell or even care to look. Embarrassingly, the day I forced my mom to buy me a training bra was because that day in gym class we had our "physical exams", which entailed lifting our shirts for the gym teacher to see the alignment of our spines. There I stood in line, mortified beyond belief while mentally slapping myself for not having the brains to obtain a sports bra. Why would I have needed a sports bra anyway? No boobs = no bounce = no need for sports bra. "NEXT!" Mrs. Cope yelled, snapping myself out of my booby reverie. I stepped up turned away from Mrs. Cope while bending over and pulling my shirt up towards the back of my neck. Of course all the girls that stood in line behind noticed. I heard the whispers & the snickering, "Flatty there doesn't even wear a bra." "Why would she? You don't need a bra for just nips." Girls were mean, and I left that day traumatized and in tears.

I was awkward, skinny, with a mouthful of braces, and my skin was pale as a baby's bottom. So lets just say I wasn't the catch of the school. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't hideous because I've been complimented more than once that my skin was flawless and I guess I had nice long wavy brown hair. Having flawless skin and hair alone do not get teenage boys to notice you. I needed boobs! Just to show you how late of a bloomer I was, I didn't get my period until the summer right before my sophomore year. I had just turned 17 and I honestly thought I was a freak of nature. All of my female peers had their nice round perky boobs while bitching about PMS and how they wish their periods would just end. To say I felt left behind was an understatement. I was jealous and I felt like a freak. Give me the PMS & the food binges, bring it. I was sick and tired of being a little girl. I felt inadequate and would pray for boobs every night before bed. I don't know why, I guess I was hoping God was a boob man and would grant me my wish.

Finally as if by magic, my fairy godmother of puberty knocked on my door the summer when I turned 17. I started noticing my boobs being extra tender and filling out and I even noticed a bit of fuzz developing down there. You may laugh at me all you want but the day that I had my head bent down between my legs and I saw some very fine fuzz growing, I literally cried. I was FINALLY becoming a woman! And the momentous day when I felt bloody Niagra falls happen in my panties, I was nearly jumping for joy. Luckily it was the middle of summer and it happened in the confines of my home. Thank god for no embarrassing first time period stories.

So when 16 had come and gone and I was still a virgin, I was fine with that. I was physically and mentally not ready for that baggage. My body finally started ripening when I had turned 17. So when I blew out my 17 candles on my birthday. I had my eyes closed and I made that wish. The wish I made with determination that I, Isabella Swan, was going to lose my virginity my senior year. So maybe it wasn't really a wish and more like a statement but whatever. Anyway, I made a promise to myself I was going to lose my v-card during the most cliche of all events. Prom. Bring on operation cherry bomb.

*A/N This is my first time ever writing for anyone to see. I'm a bit nervous and not sure I have the confidence to do so. I apologize for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. I am betaless so if you know someone or would like to be my beta please let me know. Please comment and let me know what you think and whether this is a story you would be interested in. Thanks!