It was the summer after my senior year, and was horribly love-sick from this past relationship I had been in. I remember being so sad that I had not found someone good to date all throughout high school. I was also disappointed that I was going to go to college a virgin.
I had been working at this pharmacy in my hometown since that previous Christmas of my Senior year. Working at the pharmacy was really boring. Then one day, there was a new pharmacy intern in the pharmacy, Holly. She was about 5’7″, she had long blonde hair, and brown eyes. She had nice long sexy legs, and an ass that was so tight and nice that you could stare at it for hours and not get tired of looking at it. I remember the first time that she and I made eye contact. I don’t know how, but I could just tell that there was sexual tension there. I kept talking to her for the next week, and pretty soon I didn’t mind going to work anymore. I would stand at the front of the store working at the register and have these awesome daydreams about fucking the hell out of her, and then of course some customer would come to the desk and break my concentration on the daydream, and really piss me off.
Then one day, one of the other interns named Mike told me that Holly liked me. Being an 18 year-old, and hearing that a hot 21 year-old likes you has to be up there with the feeling of becoming winning a world series or an olympic event. So I asked for her number, and took her out to a really nice restaurant (after getting lost on the way to her house about 10 times). After dinner, I took her to this scenic overlook, overlooking the city with a nice view, and we sat there and we talked. After that we saw a movie. Lethal weapon 5 or something like that. I know, shitty choice. After leaving the movie theater, I just honestly told her “I’m out of ideas, what would youlike to do”. “Go hang out at my place” she said. It o’clock at night at that point. You can imagine how excited/happy I was.
We went over to her house, and hooked up for the first of many times. And now for the part you’ve been waiting for:
I would go over there almost every night and screw the hell out of this girl. We had a routine down: we’d watch lovelines on mtv, and then this stupid show that we both loved called siffle and ollie, and then we’d fuck like crazy from 12:00 or 1:00am to about 3am. my first time, which was about 3 weeks after we first hooked up was on the floor. She got on top of me on the floor and kissed my neck, rubbing her nice sized breasts all over me. I grabbed at her tight ass so hard from her turturing me. she kissed down my chest a little, but them pulled up and slipped my dick inside of her. She started grinding me really hard. She had obviously been frustrated that I had not tried more until this point. she fucked me for a while; kind of hard and frustrated at first, but then a kind of tired thrusting later on with soft moans coming out of her mouth with every thrust of my disck inside of her.
I continued to go over there every night, or every other night and have some of the best sex I can remember. It was a routine, but it was a good routine. I’d get on top of her between her legs and pound myself into her, and she’d wisper into my ear how good it felt, saying “oh my GAWWD” over and over again, saying it faster as the sex continued. She would often get on top of me to take control, and fuck the hell out of me; grinding her hips against mine with my dick being rock hard inside of her. I’d be so hard that any little twith of my dick would hit her high inside, making her squeak or squal at the smallest movement of my dick. And I would grab her tits every time she’s squeak, and massage them as she grinded on top of me. Sometimes I’d lay her on the couch, and spread her legs wide, slide my dick inside of her and put her legs over my shoulders just pounding against her for a long time, listening to her moan. and then after I was done doing that, I would almost always give her a soft kiss on the mouth, and she would give me a tired but passionate kiss back, and I would kiss down her stomach and go down on her for a really long time. Most of the time when I was done, she look at me afterwards and just say “WoW” with a big smile on her face.
Not that anyone reading will really care about this part, but I really loved Holly. I was going off to collge at the end of the summer, and I could tell that she knew our relationship was doomed at the summer’s end. I was too stubborn to see it, and I wanted to continue the relationship. We tried it, and she came up to give me some of the best sex I’ve still had to this day. The sex we had in my dorm room at college when she came up was so good we woke the neighbors. Its amazing how loud and rowdy a woman can get when you hit her g-spot.
But sometime in the beginning of November I got a sad email from Holly, and called her to see what was wrong. She told me it was over, and she didn’t think we should see each other anymore. I asked if it was someone else, and she said no, but that she wouldn’t lie and there had been offers. She was no doubt enjoying the bars.
I talked to her again sporadically after that, but no good conversations or anything. I would never see her again after she got into her fire-red grand prix coup and left my school and my world at the end of her visit.
I’m not pining, I’m not whining, and I want no pity. I’ve dated alot since. At fisrt I dated to fill the void she left in me, then I dated for fun (again, finally). I don’t tell alot of epople my feelings, so I secretly missed her and could not get over it for about a year after it happened, and even now it still hurts to an extent to even write about it. I miss the unique and open relationship we had, how I made her laugh, how she wasn’t afaraid to get close to me, her awesome family, how easily we talked, and of course the great sex. It was like dating another version of myself, or maybe another part of myself. I miss her, and worry that the harsh would out there won’t be nice to “my girl”, and that someone might not treat her the way I did. I hope someone does, but the truth is that I’m still jealous of them. I still turn my head whenever I see a red grand prix coup on the road. And I still think about her eveytime some new girl I’m with wraps her legs around me, runs her nails down my back, and whispers “oh my GAWWD!” into my ear like she means it.
I’m a junior now in college, and she’s probably graduated from pharmacy school in Pittsburgh. Myabe she even has her own pharmacy somewhere, and maybe she’s even married. Who knows. Maybe someday I’ll see her, and maybe I won’t. I have a nice girlfriend now, that probably isn’t the one I’ll stay with, but there are others out there. But I garuntee you someday I’ll be sitting in a retirement home somewhere, far in the future, smiling about how great my first REAL girlfriend was, and the great, great sex.
Thanks for reading, I needed to write this.
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