Under false pretenses, three-thousand miles away from New York, I roamed around a foreign city, grinning at the realization that I’d actually pulled this off.
Everything about the scenery seemed cooler and more dangerous than anything I’d ever experienced in my adolescence in NYC.
He was also shirtless, except for three pages torn from , adhered to him by his surprisingly sticky sweat.
Using my sweet-ass vintage Wonder Woman t-shirt and the kind of perky boobs only a girl of seventeen can possess, I zeroed my sights in on Dan, a bassist who spastically jumped and thrashed through his band’s set of three-chord, throat-punishing songs.
It would take weeks — weeks curiously void of any other attempt at intercourse — for the irony of that entertainment choice to sink in.
I’ve never tried to make a man who dumped me jealous by trying to fuck his friend again.
A year ago, we started collecting your stories about having sex for the first time. But what made him perfect, despite the fact he only topped a hundred pounds when holding his bass, was the fact that he was friends with my ex. I don’t think Dan and I ever went on any outing you could actually classify as a date, but if we had, I approximate I gave it up on date three.
Some of these have been hilarious, some awkward, some sad, and some sexy. We were in the cinderblock basement of his mom’s house, in a room made tough with liberal use of duct tape, band stickers and the central placement of his bass.
She was a swimmer with a great toned body and sexy eyes.But I was a frequent masturbator, and figured I was so in touch with my own body and sexuality that as soon as I let someone else explore, all those years of pent-up sexual frustration would erupt out.I started living for weekend trips, sneaking off to the city for heavy petting in the park and quiet time at the museum.On our way to the bed, I made him turn off the lights.###I wanted to try all of the positions my friends had bragged about.