I would enjoy writing about the contrast between my first sexual encounter (taking of my virginity) with a man, and my first sexual encounter with a woman. The differences were so totally unbelievable, it’s a wonder I ever had sex again, after the fiasco with a college stud (jock), on the beach. The wonderful woman who introduced me to same sex, sex was lovely, too bad she had such wandering sexual habits…. Oh well.
Okay, so the first time I actually touched a man’s cock (not the time I lost my virginity) was a disaster. I was a freshman in college, on a date with a cute guy. He talked me into going up to his dorm room, I was a bit excited thinking we would maybe kiss a bit, this was the third time we had been with each other, but it was really our first date. I was very naive in the ways of the world and had no idea what could happen. I had no expectations prior to going out with him, and did not expect anything to happen. But here I was kissing him while sitting on his bed (we had kissed earlier on a different day, and that was my first ever kiss from a guy). He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock (still in his jeans) I found that I had become more interested, maybe even excited. Soon he talked me into allowing him to take it out. Then he talked me into touching it, which I did. He sat down on the bed his cock out of his jeans, I felt it, not at all what I had expected. Somehow I allowed him to talk me into kissing it, still touching it I leaned over to kiss the head. I never got the chance to, because he exploded all over my face, hair and blouse. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom, I tried to wipe his cum off, and ran from his room. We never talked to each other again.
She’d text me out of the blue.
It’s been years, I don’t recognize the number. I’d let the conversation flow and I’d hope there’d be a clue to her identity. After some slight banter it reveals itself or should I say she reveals herself. A memory comes flashing back and I see her clear as day. I can almost smell her perfume almost taste the air between us.
She’s married now. A fact we share. It’s strange, the years have passed us by but the connection remains the same. I feel my heart racing and the anxiety growing. There is so much I want to tell her and so many steps I’d like to skip. Take it slow, I remind myself. Breathe easy.
I can’t. I yearn for her. The bouncing dots increase seem to be endless. Then they disappear. Did I say something wrong? Did I overstep? Did I…my phone starts to vibrate she’s calling. I answer…I want to speak but words don’t come out. There’s silence then she simply says “Hello…I’ve missed you”.