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I remember the first time. It was last summer, a month and exactly five days after I turned 22. I remember the date because virgins always remember their first time.
I don’t know if I was technically a virgin. I mean, every object I could find in my house was probably at one point inserted inside me. Lipsticks, hair brushes, stuffed animals. Even pencils when I got desperate. I blame my nymphomania on holding off for too long. As I got older, the desire to be penetrated and fulfilled by a real living and breathing person seemed to occupy my every thought.
When you’re 22 and still a virgin, people assume you’re a deviant, plain ugly or have emotional problems. I’m more normal than most people. I just didn’t want to lose my cherry to some asshole who wouldn’t remember my name the next morning. That is, if he stayed until morning.
My quest for dick wasn’t difficult. It was a few weeks after my birthday, and I found myself fantasizing about a co-worker at the seafood restaurant where I’m a server. He’s short, losing his hair and about a foot too short. But he’ll do. He’ll be my first. After spending a year hanging out after work with this dude, it felt like we had a mutual respect thing going on.
One night, “Sensation” invited me to watch a movie at his place. He suggested we watch The Little Mermaid in his bedroom because it would be more comfortable. I sat down on the bed and watched him fuss with the DVD. He struggled, then caught my eye and exasperatedly said, “Fuck it.”
As he jumped on top of me, my heart beat faster. Awkwardly, he shoved his head in my face and kissed me like a rabid dog. The rancid taste of cigarettes filled my mouth. Wow, this is romantic.
He was on top of me, and I felt his cock pushing against his shorts. As it rubbed against my crotch I started to get wet, and we frantically took our clothes off.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re not going to be all weird and clingy after this, right? We are just friends, right?” he asked.
As I was about to tell him to put his boy part inside me, he asked, “Am I hurting you?” Hurting me? No. Why would he be hurting me? Ooh my god. He’s already inside me. And. I. Can’t. Even. Feel. Him.
I kept my mouth shut and for the next 30 seconds lay there like a starfish.
Two thrusts later, groans escaped him and he came. In less than a minute. When he rolled off me in a sweat, I turned to face him. He smiled and immediately jumped into the shower. I was speechless. I’d waited 22 years for one minute! One minute!!
I felt ripped off. There must be something more to this. There has to be.
Sensation came out of the shower and suggested we go out for dinner. He was hungry from all his hard work and needed to refuel. Was this guy for real?
To make a long story short, I continued sleeping with Sensation in stupid hope the sex would improve. It never did. He just sucked. We broke up after three months, and now I’m with a guy who gets off on pleasuring me.
They say virgins are clingy. I disagree.
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