It was a week after my High School Graduation. My friends and I had decided to go to a party in the next town over. The party was complete with a bonfire, deejay, drug use and underage drinking. Ironically, the object of my High School affection just happened to be at this party. After the consumption of about a 12 pack each, my crush, we’ll call him Tim, and I started to flirt with one another. He accidentaly on purpose spilt his beer on my blouse. Rising to the occasion, Tim proceeded to lick the beer off my clevage. His tongue was really warm in contrast to the cold wind blowing that night. We stumbled to his Suburban and started talking in the front seat. He turned on TuPac… (how romantic) and we began to kiss. One thing led to another, and we made our way into the back area of the car. He began to unbutton my blouse and kiss my neck. We kicked off our shoes and started removing the rest of our clothing. He too was a virgin, and in my alcohol induced mind decided to take the plunge with a guy I hardly knew, but had crushed on fors. The whole sex act took about 10 minutes and hurt like hell. Afterwords we layed in the back of his car in an awkward silence. My friends and I left about 2 hours later, and Tim kissed me goodbye. In the car on the way home I laughed at myself, because I knew sex had to be better then THAT. A couple months later, I had more experience to know that that kid sucked. Sorry Timmy boy, you’re a horrible lay! 🙂
1048 Views |
Like
The Rocking Suburban
Processing your request, Please wait....
