Sexy Time is My Time

The next boy I had sex with was someone I had previously dated but no longer did. We always hung out if we were bored and made out or cuddled. He always wanted more but I feared what had happened with my other friend at prom would happen to us. I think I also still had feelings for him and knew I’d get hurt.  One day we were hanging out, making out and I didn’t stop him when he started to go further. It was the best sex I had had yet. It was fast, and fun, and neither of us were self- conscious. After that we slept together a few more times, but then eventually lost interest in each other, or found others. 

This one was a little complicated. I had sex with my really good friend on the night of Junior Prom. We went together, and it was intended as friends only. Being friends for over 4 years we did have some chemistry but at that age pouring out your feelings isn’t really playing it cool. After many drinks at the after party at a friends house and countless sexual innuendoes made, we went to sleep on the same couch. I think we both knew what was going to happen and regretted it almost immediately.  We both tried to act like nothing happened but our friendship was never the same. Partly because the whole school knew it happened. haha guess that what happens when you do it on the couch of the after party where your entire class is spending the night.

On to Number 2. He was also a little older (see a pattern??). The sex was terrible. He had a very small penis and took steroids so everything down south was shrunken. Not really much to say besides I’m really glad no one ever found out we hooked up because it was done out of boredom. He might be the dumbest person I’ve ever met.

I began my sexual experiences not with a loved one, or even friend. It was with a senior boy, me being an impressionable little Freshman girl in high school. I had a friend that dated an older boy so I got invited to all the cool kids parties. This one was on St. Patricks day and I got very drunk because what 15 yr old girl knows when she reaches her alcoholic limit?? Cut to me following a senior boy that had been eyeing me the whole night to a bedroom upstairs. Reminiscing makes me see how unbearably cliche it was. We had sex and it wasn’t anything amazing. All I honestly remember was it hurting a little and that I could tell he had a little “whisky dick” going on down there which was probably good for me. So that’s the beginning of it all.  We hooked up a few times a couple years later when I was almost done with high school but I never really felt anything for him emotionally. The only impression I’m left with is that he had a very large penis but did not really know what to do with it haha.

I figure I should give some background on where my sex life began and how it has evolved over the years. I’m gonna make separate posts about each of the men I’ve slept with up until now, and then I’ll keep ya’ updated on new adventures and experiences.