Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... After we finished laughing she continued, “Anyway, yeah, back seat of his dad’s car the first time. It wasn’t too pleasurable, but it wasn’t bad . Not painful; my first time didn't hurt at least. He lasted about three minutes and fell asleep! Like a bad movie, you know? I was a bit excited, so I rubbed off next to him and figured the next time would be better. It was, but not by much. He was a friendly enough fellow and fun to be with―and I was his first, of course, so he worshipped me, at least when he was buttering me up to get inside me. "But he was squeamish about it. My smell bothered him a lot , and he was crass enough to comment about it. More than once. He was a bit icked out by my juices too; he was happy to have them there for his dick but he didn’t seem comfortable with putting his hand there for very long, but then again he didn’t like my hair down there that much either--and of course no way in hell was he going to put his face there, I could tell. And his idea of soul kissing was pretty much like his idea of fucking: Jam something long and pointed back and forth inside a soft wet space for three minutes. I felt sorry for him, though sorrier for me―he had a clean, scent-free image of what women are like and my body was just too much physical reality for him. “But I figured, ‘Hey, we’ve been together. We know each other. I have enough experience to make it work.’ And when he gets good, I figured, we’d have great sex, we’d both be happy with each other, he’d be ...

... grateful . That last bit...that was stupid . Stupidest motivation in the world. “So I called him up and of course he asked me out and of course I said yes, and I dressed to the nines for our date. He took me to a decent restaurant and treated me well, so I figured, ‘Yes! This will work!’ Afterwards he drove us to a lake and I started kissing him. This surprised him a lot. Too much. He started pulling away, so I pushed harder, started rubbing his cock through his pants, and he came before I could even unzip him! And God, what a frustration! No matter what I did, he would not get hard again. I said, ‘Well, at least rub me off now,’ and pulled his hand between my thighs, and he stared at me like I’d cursed his mother. “Dumb-Ass drove me home then, and as we drove I asked him what was wrong. All he’d say was that I was different now, and I asked in what way and he said I was too pushy. Well. Good to know, I figured. No more clam served up on the half-shell for you , buddy boy. I mean, I was pissed. Royally pissed . Never saw him again after he dropped me off, except a couple of times I saw him on the street before he saw me, so I guess it’s better to say he’s never seen me again. “So, I was so upset I didn’t even rub off that night despite being really worked up from all the anticipation. I was humiliated and angry and wanted to cry, but what bothered me about it also confused me. What had he wanted? What kind of girl did he like? Probably he thought he had to be the active partner ...