I was 18, which was pretty late for the group I hung out with. My best friend had been banging girls since he was 14; even my “good God-fearing born-again Baptist” buddy had given in and started having sex (that is, intercourse – we’d all had other kinds of sex long before) when he was 17.
I had hung back. I liked blowjobs and handjobs, and I liked eating a girl out and feeling her tits and rubbing her off, and I knew I was going to like – REEEEAALLY like – real, actual, in-out sex. But I also liked the idea that the very first time should be something special.
There was one girl that I’ll call Melissa that I was particularly interested in. Cute, and with tits that gave me a total hard-on every time they bounced by, but it wasn’t her looks that made me want her to be the first one I really scored with. She was someone that was funny and a little guy-nerdy in her likes (sci-fi, computers) and she always made me laugh, and I made her laugh – all that stuff.
We went out a few times, and we’d done the petting routine, but we weren’t exclusive or anything. But I had picked her out as “the one” – not the one I wanted to be with forever, but the one I wanted to “baptize” my junk in that special way.
So I decided that the next time we went out was when we’d do it. Really big of me to do all the deciding without consulting her, right? But i figured, hey, why shouldn’t she want to? I’d even planned the whole date – special Thai restaurant that she really liked, a movie was coming in that she was hot to see, my parents would be away so we could use my bed instead of the backseat of a car or the lumpy couch in the den.
So I asked her. And she told me she’s just told this other guy that she’d be his girl friend – so we’d have to just be “friends” from then on.
I was bummed. And pissed, though I know it was only what I could expect – we sure as hell weren’t a couple or anything.
So I asked out this other girl that I liked okay and I’d been with a few times and who could blow the balls off a guy (I knew from experience), took her out, and lost it with her.
And you know what? I’m glad I did. I was horny as hell, I didn’t want to wait until another “special” girl came along, I wanted to belong to the same “club” that all my other guy friends belonged to. And the girl I laid wasn’t some stranger; we had fun, we went out and screwed around a few more times that summer.
I’d finally gotten my wick wet, and it felt great.
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