Where it happened: In college
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Sam and I had been dating for about four months. For the last two, I’d been pushing the sex question a lot, which seems ironic to me now. He was hesitant. He was a 21 year old virgin, and I was under age, and there were so many issues that gave him pause.
Things fell apart for us after that. Not directly because of the lack of sex, but I’m sure that my frustration over that added to my contempt of him. One night, he called my dorm room crying, told me that his life was shit and that I was the only one whom he felt he could really turn to, and could I please come downstairs so that we could talk? I agreed, reluctantly.
He met me downstairs, and poured out is soul to me. It only made me develop more of a distaste for him. But then he started moving closer to me, touching my arm. He laid his head on my shoulder. Sam wasn’t my first choice–or even my third. But I was desperate. I kept him going.
It was after 2 am when he finally brought it up, and I agreed. But the cut-off for visitors is midnight, and Sam was too much of a pussy to sneak in.
“Well, do you have any ideas?” I asked him. He looked around to try to spot some place outside.
“You have to be kidding me,” I said to him, “It’s fucking raining.”
“We’ll find somewhere covered.”
We walked around, me in my bare feet, he in shoes. Finally, next to the student, we found a covered area. It was the underside of a car ramp that led up into a parking garage. The ground underneath was dirty and damp.
He asked me to give him a blowjob first, which I did. Then, with no foreplay, my pants came off, and he tried to enter me. Unfortunately, the fit was not good. We tried for a good 10 minutes, and Sam swore that he “wasn’t leaving until I came.” I thought to myself that I probably wasn’t going to cum until he left, but I didn’t verbalize that. When we finally managed penetration, the pain was so intense that I had to beg him to stop.
We sat for a while, awkwardly. I finally said that I needed to get back up to my room. Sam said maybe we could try it again sometime, but I expressed disinterest. I think that offended him. He made a cruel joke about my plea for him to stop the pain, I glared at him, and we parted ways.
A couple of months later, I had my first good sexual encounter, and it was fulfilling, wonderful–and not with Sam.
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