I first discovered that I had the weakness while dating my first real girlfriend. I didn't call it the weakness then, nor was I even aware that I had it at first, but I was always aware there was something different about me where girls, dating and relationships were concerned. Most guys wouldn't tolerate their girlfriends even flirting with another guy let alone cheating on them behind their backs. I not only tolerated it, but often find myself actually going out of the way to instigate it. For some reason the idea of my significant other, whom I know should traditionally stay faithful and true to me and only me, out somewhere spreading her legs for another man, a real man if you will, who is probably better endowed and better in bed than I am, excites me to no end. Sometimes it excites me so intensely that the mere thought of it forces me to drop whatever I am doing, no matter where I am or how important the thing I am in the middle of is, to take matters into my own hands and masturbate myself to a complete orgasm.
I wasn't always this way. In fact, I'm pretty sure I started out with the same feelings most guys have about girls cheating on them. There was jealousy and anger at the helplessness of being emasculated, especially when they were out having sex with one of your friends. But, I still couldn't deny the excitement it brought me. I was a virgin until I was twenty one, until I met Suzy. Suzy was only eighteen and not very bright as far as book smarts went, but she had a keen understanding of men, and she was really hot and sexy. She was blonde with blue eyes, and she had a body to die for, a tiny little waist with flaring hips and a great pair of juicy tits that bounced when she walked.
Suzy had already been with several other men and had even had a couple of abortions, but this didn't bother me because she was the first girl to show any interest in me whatsoever, an insane interest actually. I had no idea what a girl as hot as Suzy saw in a guy like me. It intimidated me. I was so intimidated in fact that I actually sort of rejected her advances, not because I wanted to. I was afraid of her. I had no skill at talking to girls. Plus I didn't want her to know I was still a virgin which I knew she would easily figure out if we ever got physical with each other. Suzy's reputation preceded her. I was still into the macho thing at that time, trying to act like a real man, and I didn't want her to discover I wasn't one. I had even taken up boxing hoping to toughen myself up and maybe become a bit of what I and a lot of others thought a real man should be. I had the black eyes to prove it. The black eyes came in useful when I first met Suzy at a party we were both attending.
"You should leave her," she joked. She was referring to my black eyes and inferring I had a girlfriend who was abusing me.
"I'm a boxer," I informed her, "Well, actually training to be one." She must have thought her joke had insulted me because she gave me an apologetic look. She had come all the way across the room to break the ice with me and I had yet to hear of her reputation so I didn't want to blow things just yet.
"You must be tough," she said. "Your girlfriend is lucky she has a big strong man to protect her."
"I don't have a girlfriend," I confessed, and that's when I figured out that, that was what she was trying to find out. She smiled and began following me all around the rest of the night.
I didn't go to parties much, mostly because I was rarely invited, but the guys at the boxing gym I was training at invited me to this one. I thought, 'what the hell?' I was one of the few white people there, me, Suzy, a couple other girls and maybe one other guy who I was pretty sure was actually Hispanic anyway. At first I thought that was the reason Suzy had started hanging all over me, cause I was the only white guy there, but I soon learned from Tyrone that she had put out for a couple of "the brothers" already. Tyrone was the guy I would spar with the most. He was my trainer at the gym. He was also the reason for my black eyes.
"Man, this is your lucky night," he told me, "That girl Suzy will suck you, fuck you and even toss your salad. She loves it up the ass too, man."
Tyrone hadn't fucked her himself yet, but he had gotten the news from very reliable sources who had. I guess he thought he was trying to help me out, but it was actually the thing that started making me afraid of her. A girl that experienced would know immediately how inexperienced I was and that was just something a real man should never be, not by the time they were twenty one. Still, I knew a real man would be eternally grateful for this news, even though it seemed to be news only to me, so I hid my fear and thanked him.
"Think nothing of it," he said, patting my back. "It's the least I can do for my favorite punching bag."
"Still, if you had plans with her, I wouldn't want to interfere," I told him, still trying to find some way out of exposing myself and not going through with having to have sex with a woman who would know me for what I was.
"Nah, forget about it," he said. "I'll hit it some other night. You have fun, white boy."
After that, it was Suzy all over me all night long. I was actually relieved when people would interrupt our talking. It's funny how popular you are when the hottest girl at a party shows clear interest in you and everyone attending can see it. Suzy would become real frustrated at these interruptions. She finally asked me straight out, "You want to find a room and mess around?"
I couldn't think of any feasible excuse not too, and Suzy really didn't wait for one anyway. She took my hand and pulled me after her as she started leading me through the house opening doors to rooms to find us some privacy only to be frustrated that the rooms were already being used. Finally she decided we should just go outside which we did and worked our way through the crowd which had built up by word of mouth to include uninvited guests and party crashers until deciding we should use my car.
I had a sedan with an okay sized backseat. We climbed inside and Suzy basically attacked me. We made out for a good long while, swapping tongues and spit and sucking on each other's necks and ears. I would usually wait for her to do something to me and then I would do it back to her. I must not have been as aggressive as the guys she had grown used to because she finally took my hands and placed them on her tits.
"Do you like them?"
I stopped kissing her a second to nod my approval timidly. She smiled. I went back to kissing her and squeezing her tits. They were the greatest tits in the whole wide world, granted the only ones I had ever felt, even just over a blouse, but I loved them and kept squeezing them for all I was worth. She stopped me again.
"Wait." I was disappointed but only for a brief second. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off and reached back and unfastened her bra and slipped it off and tossed it aside. There they were. They were large and fleshy with big pink puffy areolas and hard nipples pointing straight at me. I must have had the hungriest look on my face. I remember licking my lips. Suzy giggled at my eagerness.
"You can suck on them if you want," she told me. I buried my face in them, licking and lapping and kissing first one and then the other. I would take turns squeezing one meaty juicy mound of meat while sucking on the hard pointy erect nipple of the free one. I felt her hands undoing my pants and reaching down inside them. She found my throbbing hard on and started stroking me and it was all I could do not to squirt right then and there, but I held back, and then she was taking off her own pants, kicking off her shoes first and working her jeans down her legs and off, and off came her panties, pretty sexy pink panties and she was pulling me on top of her and guiding me inside, and I was breathing heavy because it was the greatest feeling in the entire world ever and I think I started pumping my hips and I suddenly realized why they called it humping and I only got in a couple of pumps and then I couldn't take it any longer...
I groaned and came hard!
I was mortified. I almost started crying. She was checking me out while at the same time trying to hide her disappointment at my poor performance, but I could feel it as surely as I felt my own shame.
"Are you a virgin?" She wanted to know. There was no point in trying to hide it any longer. I nodded that I was. She patted the back of my head and pulled my face into her breasts. They were sweaty and salty now. She giggled that giggle of hers.
"I thought so," she said.
"I'm sorry," I said.
This time she didn't giggle, she laughed out loud. "Don't be silly. You'll get better. We just have to work on it. We have to work on it a lot. I think virgins are hot."
"You do?"