Where it happened: Girlfriend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
My first year in a small southern California college, I started dating this beautiful little blonde coed.
I remember the first time I saw her drive by on campus, in a piece of shit British sports car, the kind
of car that allowed some mechanic to pay for his kid’s braces. She was immensely appealing, and I was smitten.
She had a classic look — long blonde hair, cool sunglasses, skimpy low cut summer dress, and a smile that would
melt Michigan snow in December. Immediately, I started beating the bushes for information. In a small university,
“the scoop” was easy to come by. There are few secrets that eventually don’t come to light. Anyway, it was
classic good news-bad news. The bad news: she was a year older, had gone out with a couple guys from the football
team (who for the most part were dickheads to freshmen), came from a wealthy family, and was in the School of
Education. The good news: no confirmation of her dating anyone seriously, and she was known to be friendly and
intelligent.
I found out that “Jill” had signed up to go on a Colorado River rafting trip over a long weekend. Quickly, I
was able to place my name on the list before the trip filled up. Once we were on the water, I managed to
somehow talk Jill into my canoe — raging hormones won’t take no for an answer. My percolating metabolism also
performed emergency surgery on my personality. Let me tell you, I was one charming, funny son of a bitch in that
canoe. There was no lacking motivation — Jill looked great in a bikini top and shorts that barely covered her ass.
I could barely take my eyes off her all day.
In the late afternoon, we pulled our canoes onto a bank, set up camp, and prepared for supper. As it turned out,
I was smart enough to bring three extremely critical items on the trip — sunscreen, mosquito repellant and an
enclosed tent with mosquito netting. Jill was going to sleep with her friend “Susan”, an attractive, friendly
brunette. Setting up camp, it was readily apparent the girls didn’t have much experience camping. Homeless people
have better gear than what the girls brought. Their tent had to have been stolen from a WWI movie set, and I could
smell the mildew from their cotton sleeping bags standing next to them. Anyway, once it got dark, and after the
bonfire turned to ashes, it was time for bed. The girls were on their own.
I had been sleeping for a couple hours when suddenly my tent began shaking, accompanied by female whispering. I
zipped opened the tent door, and two figures fell in next to me. Jill and Susan were miserable. The mosquitos had
bitten their faces and arms into a Panamanian nightmare. Clicking on a flashlight, both girls had swollen eyes and
red blotches all over their exposed flesh. Matters were quickly settled. One girl then slept on my left side, the
other on the right, for the remainder of the night.
To shorten the story, the next night Jill decided she didn’t want to share my tent with Susan. Poor Susan was given
the boot to another tent sans mosquitos. Opportunity had flung open the door to lose my virginity, and I was poised
to enter. Disregarding her puffy eyes, my sunburned legs and neck, and a smelly sleeping bag, we fucked for the first
time later that night after some furious foreplay. It was great, with one exception. Nylon is a very thin material.
I am certain we entertained the entire camp that night. Jill moaned and groaned to the point where I was kissing her
on the mouth just to try and keep her quiet. Once or twice, she was so loud I thought that I had hurt her in my passion.
The next morning, I opened my eyes thinking I was the luckiest, coolest, most virile young man God put on the earth.
Jill and I were together for over three years, and like most healthy young people, having great sex as often as possible
occupied a fair amount of time, both in planning and execution. In retrospect, however, the most important lesson
learned during our time together was that relationships take constant effort. She was the one who taught me how to love
and respect a woman.
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