Where it happened: Ann Arbor, Michigan
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
In our last episode, I ditched Karen. I had a reason: I began to date the prettiest, brightest, and classiest sophomore at U-M. I had recruited her to help in the 1968 election campaign for Vice-president Humphrey (whom she knew) in Ann Arbor. We went to a few movies together and to a great football game, U-M’s exciting 24-12 victory over #1 Ohio State. I think I was the first boy whose hand she held. Her innocent affection appealed to me far more than Karen’s lust. Then my new young goddess felt she had given me enough of her time. It was fun while it lasted, and we remained friends until we graduated. She went on to Harvard Law School and I, eventually, to Vietnam (another story).
Drafted young men were dying by the thousands in Vietnam. On November 15, 1969, a large protest march was held in Washington DC. (The movie “Forrest Gump” depicted this event.) I went. Winter’s cold came early. On the Mall, near today’s Vietnam Memorial, I encountered Karen! She smiled and simply wanted to be with me. This is perhaps our first non-sexual activity that I remember specifically. We listened to singers and speakers (Dr. Spock greeted us as “My children!” to laughter and applause) until the cold sank in. Karen and I retreated to the nearby Smithsonian Natural History Museum to warm up. We looked at exhibits and the gift shop, where Karen noticed that a plastic building-block set interested me, sort of an executive toy. She might have driven back in the car I was in; I don’t remember. I agreed to see her the next Saturday.
As before, I knew what would happen. I hoped to perform better this time! She asked to see an early movie. That way we could use her bedroom before her roommate came home. I had studies and couldn’t make that, so when we returned we had only her living room floor available. Karen, walking her last steps as a physical virgin, brought out blankets. I still was not presumptuous about her (or my own) willingness to screw and let her direct events. I didn’t have a condom because everybody knew the pill made them obsolete and that VD was practically extinct.
Karen was excited, determined, anxious, and considerate. I was excited and I hope considerate. We scrambled under the blankets, necked and removed our clothes like before. Karen determined that my penis was erect – for her! Soon she was naked and I was clad only in my underpants. We lay on our sides, chest to breasts, our arms around each other. She rolled onto her back, pulled on my buttocks so that I lay atop her, and spread her legs to position my groin against hers. She slid her hands inside my underpants and pushed them down. We both felt my penis contact her vulva.
With her hands on my buttocks, she rotated her hips upward to receive me and tugged on my hips to signal me to push my penis inside her. I thrust my hips forward, or actually downward. Immediately the head of my penis went through the dry, tight orifice of what obviously had been her hymen and entered part-way into her vagina.
Eager though she was, Karen squeaked in surprise at the sharpness of first penetration and she reflexively pushed my hips away with her hands to stop the hurt – or had she second thoughts? Feeling my penis dislodge from her, she immediately pulled on my hips again to get my penis back inside her, which I did with one thrust. Feeling me push back inside her, she murmured, “I’m sorry,” in satisfaction and moved her hands from my buttocks to my shoulders.
From here, for both of us, first intercourse was great! From the inside Karen’s vagina felt soft and warm, first dry, then she gradually lubricated. With several thrusts I sank my penis fully inside her. I thought that I might come too quickly but I found that slow thrusting controlled it. Karen would have felt my penis as a hard cylinder pushing deeply inside her viscera. My tip reached almost to her navel, although obviously at the rear of her body, pleasing her with vaginal fullness and clitoral stimulation.
After a satisfactory interval I climaxed in a warm pumping sensation as my body ejected my semen out through my penis at her cervix. I squeezed her, indicating what was happening. Karen recognized that the penis she felt inside was inseminating her. She was delighted. She might have achieved orgasm herself but she didn’t make a big production of it if she did. My ejaculation was gentle, less intense than from masturbation, and more relaxing.
Resting on top of her, my penis still erect and inside her, I said into her ear (locked together, her ear was pretty close, of course), “That was the first time I’ve done this. That was nice.”
Beside, or underneath, me, Karen jolted. “This was your first time?” she asked in surprise. “Yes,” I replied, wondering how she could think otherwise, especially after our previous attempt. Karen kissed me again. It was almost eight months since our first date. As I said, we never talked much!
I slid out from her. Karen put on a sanitary napkin to staunch the slight bleeding from her hymen and went into her bedroom, possibly to show her roommate her new status as ex-virgin (I heard their voices). She returned and snuggled next to me in the blankets on the floor.
“I can’t believe you were a virgin,” she said after a while, incredulous.
“Well,” I said, nearly asleep, “then don’t believe it.” My testicles felt empty and did not have the post-masturbation “blue-balls” ache. Early the next morning she whispered, “Let’s do it again.” This time, we did! I put my underpants back on before her roommate got up.
The next weekend was Thanksgiving. My roommates all went home and Karen moved in. We ate, studied, and screwed (“having sex” as she called it) for days. She suggested taking a shower together and we did. We tried very little sexual variety. Karen took to raising her legs so that my penis penetrated into her more deeply. That was about it.
At Christmas she gave me the building-block set I saw at the Smithsonian, a nicer present than I gave her. Our affair was ending. Karen never really attracted me. We last dated in February 1970. I saw her perhaps twice after that. We said little. As always.
A decade later I found the Smithsonian building-block set and brought it home for my new daughter. She played with it for years, until its pieces broke or disappeared. I thought my wife might throw it out if she knew how I came to get it so I never told her.
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