Ugly duckling to beautiful swan.

Well as this is my first post, I thought I should start at the beginning.

I grew up in a small village in Wales and led a fairly sheltered life with overprotective parents and a younger sister that I used to fight like cat n dog with (she's one of my best friends now though).
In my teenage years i felt a urge for masturbation and an intrest in the sex articals in the free Sunday magazine. With my best friend at the time, we explored ourselfs. She did try to kiss me once, I freaked out a bit because I thought it would make me a lesbian and that wouldn't go down well where we lived, but we figured it was ok to touch ourselfs in front of each other. We even made our own dildo's by stuffing balloons. I used to keep a diary with all this in and one day my sister found it. She teased me and said I was disgusting and that she would tell mum and dad. This was where my thinking came from, that masturbation was wrong and dirty. Its silly I know as we were just spiteful kids, but I still sometimes feel the same today.

At 15 I had my first kiss, that was disgusting. It felt like the boy had spat in my mouth and I don't even know why he kissed me seen he was the ringleader of boys who would taunt me for being ugly. I never had a boyfriend until they had all left to do their thing and I stayed on to do A'levels. This boy made up for it all though, he was gorgeous! Tall, handsome, long blonde surfer hair and he was a life guard too. I was the envy of all the younger girls in my village and even got hate mail. I felt great, the ugly girl had a prince and they could say all they wanted :D
It didn't last long though, just four months before he moved to Australia for a year.

I was now 19 and working in a little shop in town. There was a pub next door looking for staff so I applied for evening shifts. My boss (we'll call him D) was great, he was 37 and no oil painting but we got on really well. After my first shift i stayed on with a few others and me and D talked till 3am before dropping me back to my parents.
Within a few weeks we had begun a relationship. He knew I was still a virgin and was kind, gentle and never pushed me to do anything. My parents weren't happy though and there was no reasoning with my mother so she kicked me out. I was happy to leave to be honest, it wasn't like we ever got on. I stayed with him at the pub for a bit before moving into a house share with a few of the girls I worked with. My social life kicked off from here :)

Life was good. I was earning heeps of money between my two jobs. I went out drinking with the girls and would attract lots of male attention. I loved it but i was happy with D.
I eventually lost my virginity to him, it wasn't what either of us expected to be honest, it was hard work getting that bugger in me and he wasn't exactly massive. He was great though and we took our time and it was ok. I did feel a bit sorry for him the next morning though because he actually bruised his knob haha.

We lasted about six months and he was the one to break it off. Looking back he did care about me deeply, but could see I was a young woman still blossoming and he didn't want to hold me back.

I will always have a soft spot for D....