Where it happened: Golf Course
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
This is for Angel who wrote in today.
I don’t know how gentle Kyle was with you but if he had a present for you and refused to receive yours, you know it wasn’t easy for him. Nobody says it should be easy on him, either.
My high school one-and-only dumped me at Christmas three years ago. He told me I wasn’t very good at sex. Believe me, that hurt. If you think Kyle would be yours forever just because you said, “Yes, please take my virginity, Kyle!,” you have another think coming, Sister.
I gave myself to J the night before we parted for college. J was going to his dad’s ivy league alma mater and I went to State U. because that’s what my parents could afford. We took a blanket out onto the golf course and made out like we always did. When I produced a condom, J said that “would spoil the purity of our love.” That was a bunch of unmitigated crap. I should have closed my legs right then and there, looking back on it, but I was in love. He let me put a condom on him and he detonated too soon like they all do the first time. If you don’t think so, then you haven’t read the other postings. There is a reason condoms are sold three-to-a-box if you haven’t figured it out.
By the time I got J all wiped down, hard again and “dressed for the occasion,” I had gone dry. By the time I had gotten wet again, J had gone soft, then hard and the damn condom was half off. J pulled the condom off and tried to mount me but in the wrestling match he dumped his load between my ass cheeks. I was really adamant about this business of not starting a family.
It was getting late and there was only one condom left. I put it to him we had only one more try and if we were going to score we would have to work together on this. We made out until we both were set to go. J slipped the condom on (and I made sure to check it was on OK), and he climbed on. I give J credit for being gentle as I didn’t suffer actual pain. I had some initial discomfort but it got good and then it got great and then it got fantastic. It was a great lay for me as I had a M-80 orgasm, followed by a bunch of ladyfingers but J couldn’t manage one for himself. Finally, J went soft and flopped out. I was no novice in giving him relief but to no avail; he simply was done for the evening.
The only thing J could possibly complain about me was my dryness by the time I got him ready for the second time. For a first time, I think my physical performance was excellent. I think my attitude was excellent, too. J was completely off the mark when he said I wasn’t very good at sex. The condom business, force and the Christmas insult made J a lousy lover, worse than “not very good.”
It took me time to get over the hurt and then to work through the anger. Today, I accept that J needed some serious growing up. J kept me out of circulation before Christmas but no more. I am on my fifth lover now and it keeps getting better. Love is a contact sport and if you can’t stand an occasional bruise, then get off the field. Call me a slut if you like but I am learning with each one and I know what I want in a husband now. Best of all, this has been my favorite course of study in college and I’m thinking of going to grad school to pursue this undeclared major.
Back to you, Angel.
You need to understand you got raped. Yes, R-A-P-E-D. It’s up to you if you want to prosecute but at least get your butt over to student services to get your head together. You need to get square on the rape and the sad fact you are between boyfriends.
If you don’t remember what your first time felt like, then you haven’t had your first time. If your mind was someplace else, then you cut the quiz. It’s as simple as that. After you score your first time, give as much concern to your second time, and then your third, and the next. All the quizzes get averaged in by Professor Dan Cupid with the recent ones more heavily weighted. Ask any professional counselor and see if I am not right about this.
I would say something about laying off the suds but I would be wasting my breath. Froshies make a problem out of beer. Try not to flunk out while you grow up.
Oh yes, get yourself some Norplant if you can’t be a full-time gatekeeper for your pussy. Somehow, I don’t think you could handle an abortion at this stage in your life.
Angel, you have a lot of great guys out there salivating to get laid and now you’re free to go after them. It’s 1997. You are young. Take care of yourself. Be happy.
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