This story is a little different. It’s told from the perspective of a fourteen year old girl who’s curious about sex, and who’s growing up very fast. There is a lot of sex in this story but it is not meant to be completely gratuitous, and is hopefully presented in a way that illustrates the themes that I’ve introduced. This story covers only age fourteen. Lola has other stories to tell about her experiences at different ages. Many of her adventures are cautionary tales, and as such, might be considered dark, and they are definitely not for the faint of heart. If you don’t like dark stories then do not read this one. Lola’s story is most certainly not romantic, but I hope it is perceived as very honest. There is not a real Lola, but I remember a girl in my neighborhood when I was a kid, who was known as the neighborhood slut at the age of twelve. There were lots of stories about her exploits, none of them pretty, so I had her a little bit in mind when I wrote this story. I have no idea what the girl in my neighborhood was like or how she lived, or what led her to do what she did, and I really don’t know if any or part of the stories were actually true, but they do feed the imagination. Please comment or critique if you feel so moved, but please, if you just hate dark stories, or think you’d like to analyze the pathology of my obvious insanity, or try and decide if I’m maybe a secret serial killer or something, please refrain because I’ve heard it all before. This is just a story, it is fiction, it’s not for everyone, but it is posted at an adult site, so please expect that some adult things will be happening. It’s not that deep, it’s just a story. Okay, thanks for listening, and thanks for reading and I do hope you enjoy my little story.