Heavy Flow
Call me sheltered but I had no idea what it meant precisely for a girl to be on her period. I grew up with two brothers so there was no talk of periods. I mean, I knew some blood was involved. I assumed that's what tampons were for but I had no idea how much blood was involved.
Then to further confuse the issue, when I was twenty-two and home from my university for summer break, I stayed at a former-classmates' house to catch up on old times. It was there where I enjoyed an unusual sexual encounter with his yummy, twenty-two year old, blonde sister, Olivia. She was also home from school and paid me a visit in the middle of the night as she slipped through the door, padded across the room then slid under the covers with barely a sound.
"Ola, amigo," she said in a hushed tone inches from my face in the dark.
At first, I was afraid of being caught and told her to go back upstairs. "Your dad will kill me if he catches us together."
"Then I hope he doesn't catch us."
"Easy for you to say. He won't put you in the hospital."
"Don't worry. He sleeps like the dead."
Then to seal the deal, Olivia reached into my skivvies and started to pull on my fear- stricken, shriveled dick. All went well and we didn't get caught, however, when I got out of bed the next morning, I was surprised to see a couple small smudges of blood on my skivvies. Completely ignorant regarding periods, but knowing that Olivia wasn't a Virgin, I thought this is what a period entailed; mere drops of blood. Eight years later, I met Wendy.
She was a striking brunette of twenty nine with shoulder-length hair and a small, slightly upturned nose. She had many good features, but for some reason I notice noses and was quite pleased with hers. We met at work but worked on different floors of the same company. I worked in accounting while she worked in marketing, both jobs we hated with a passion but needed them to pay the bills. If I had a choice, I would work with words while Wendy would do anything but marketing. However, we didn't let anyone in on our little secrets.
We didn't want tongues to wag and possibly cause us grief. Consequently, we would make eye contact when we saw each other in the basement cafeteria but pretend to not know each other. To maintain our little ruse was somewhat enjoyable. Then as it often did when my dick got hard, the topic of sex arose one day while in Wendy's small apartment on the fifth floor of an old, brick building on the east side of town.
We had only been going together for two months and I didn't want to be pushy but I wanted to have sex in the worst way. Several times over the course of the day when nobody was watching, Wendy grabbed my junk and gave it a good fondling. Fortunately there was a chair nearby in most cases so I sat down until my dick deflated, though, one time, I had to get down on one knee and pretend to tie my shoe. People must have thought I didn't know how to based on how long it took me.
Then I finally arrived at Wendy's ready to get it on. According to Wendy, she was on her period, an issue that I'd run into over the years with various women and had struck out with them all. To a woman, they had shut me down hard and told me that sex was completely off the table until they were over their period. I argued several times but ran into a buzz saw each and every time so I gave up on my requests. Then Wendy came along. Ever horny, I thought I'd give it a shot.
"I don't mind," I said, speaking of experience. I've had period sex and wasn't afraid of getting a few smudges of blood on me. That's what soap is for after all.
"I'm on my period," replied Wendy, "and I'm flowing pretty hard.
Still unafraid of a little blood, I pushed the issue and said that I'd had period sex before. "It didn't bother me a bit," I insisted.
"Heavy flow?" asked my incredulous girlfriend.
"I didn't know if it was heavy or not," I replied, not wanting to overplay my hand. "There was some blood," I insisted. "There were a few smudges of blood on my underwear," I answered with as much indignation as I could muster.
"A few smudges asked Wendy?" incredulously. "Not a few smudges? The horror of it all."
I didn't appreciate the sarcasm but decided to press the issues since my dick was hard and ready to go. I wasn't going to let a little blood keep from busting a nut in my girl's sweet pussy. My mama didn't raise no quitter. "So where are we at on sex?" I asked too eagerly. Because our schedules hadn't meshed up for a couple weeks due to work and family matters, I hadn't been laid in two very long weeks. Of course, I choked the ole' chicken, you know. I waxed the dolphin, you might say, but there's no substitute for the real thing. There is pussy then there is pussy. There is no in-between and I wanted to tear off a little of the real thing.
"So you really want to have sex right now even though I'm bleeding heavily at the moment?"
Do bears shit in the woods, I thought, but held off on the sarcasm? I was very close to getting what I really wanted and didn't want to throw a wrench in the works. I offered up a grin. "I'm sure that I want to have sex with you right now even though you're bleeding heavily."
"But you can't go down on me?" Wendy said in a voice meant to end all conversation on the matter.
I wasn't that much of a man that I wanted to go down on a woman who was bleeding even a little bit so I agreed immediately.
"Ok, then. Since you asked for it, come on," finished Wendy, took my hand and led me to the apartment's single bedroom, "take off your clothes but don't get in bed. I need to get a towel."
