My first time sometimes slips my mind, I had just turned eighteen and it was in my dad's desk. It was not with my sneaky track lad of a first boyfriend. But with the captain of his school swimming team.
I wanted it to be special like in an old film or a romcom porn. I was not new to dating, I was really sure I liked guys, I gave 1 handjob to the older guy I dated when I was younger, but I was not really confident in which guy could be that special guy. After all, he broke up with me several days before New Year's, so he was not. I think there are two types of men when it comes to dating, the one's that date several times until they settle for a guy or the ones that gives under the table bj in the first date. I knew I wanted to meet that second guy, you know, someone who is incredibly elocuent and that has sex appeal for ages in the eyes of everyone and that my internet's friends can create a tight bond.
But this guy had picked me since I was new to the school. He told me it was his first time. Thst it was like having a conversation with a person who is a genius, that we flowed wonderfully, and that he would smack my ass in every room of my house. I didn't verify the facts with other sources but I still think he cheated on me, and that he was not, in fact, scanning his verification code in the world of sin, if you know what I mean. We dated for like three months. I made out after ours with a couple of cf, a couple of doctors, some silver daddies, and some of models. We might make out if we see each other in a hot tub. Crossing my fingers.
And he that who had fascinating stories and adventures, with vivid details and absolute confidence, whilst being perfectly toned and very healthy, was just a catch. I was none of those things, but I invited his royalty to my home after a few disastreous encounters in Homestrat Park. I was wearing a bucket hat with my church uniform (just boys school) and a long blazer that did not fitted me at all, so I urged to the shower when he got to my residence, and with the mint smell of my soap in the air I wore a small tank top from the gym and a pair of sweatpants. I had to admit my assets were highlighted with that one sweatpants, but I am a short king, now twunk to otter physique, short hair, so as to use a couple of days stinking black Calvin's and hide my print (now packing is my thing, but I wanted to look the part).
The problem is that, every now and then, you realize that the guy just told you about his trip to an exotic place to build trust and hit you with his encounter with someone else never happened in reality. And as we were drinking on the rocks and he told me we had to be first timers tapping before getting to the real deal. As long as I remember tapping had meant shagging. My first orgy was with my first family bf (I think I scored the same from week one that in a black room, but that is the story for another day). Anyways, he was my age, a dark skinned king (I was in shock when we took our pants off and started seeing each other discovering our bodies), packing in his school swimming suit. It's not that I was not attractive, I just did not embrace the hookup culture in me. We went on twelve dates before the deed. I rather tell on reality, I once escaped school so they would not find out about our deed. We were still on school uniforms. It was hot.
That's it. I need to know if you are a virgin or not. I had never been penetrated, not even by myself. I told him abruptly. and I want you to be honest too. We were trying to kiss, and then we actually made out several minutes, and admitted it was his first time. And his first blowjob, but I was just good at handjobs. And for our age I thought it was okay.
We went to bed and he used five condoms wrongly (Magnums if we were able to buy them). He was a top and I bottomed. Worst experienceees I have had after, let me tell you. He did it with so much calm and consistency that I not believed for a moment I was his first time. I had given handjobs but I never got interested in what followed because I was still focused on school's plaque and the attendance, homework, books.
I am just sorry my first time was not with the lad I love, but it was special at some point for my youth. I had bought many many condoms, last year I celebrated the 420th condom, I keep tabs because they are really expensive. I wore an used and filled condom in my sneaker for like a week, some people found it, it was hot. I am much older and inexperienced now. My first threesome was, in fact, with my first splenda daddy, which he is not now, but I am a verse with an exclusive tool.
X, you can call me.
