Author's note: To start out, this isn't a very good story for a sophisticated jerk-off. It's an honest of my account of my sexual experiences and if it's remarkable, it's only remarkable for honesty. For understandable reasons, lit wouldn't allow me to include my account my pre-18 youth, so we start here where I'm a virgin but have some sexual experience.
It was in my second year of college that I met Fawn, who was to be my girlfriend for about a year a half. I should say that I'd been on something of a hot streak both in life and love. I had sustained a 4.0 GPA and developed a more athletic physique. Furthermore, I'd spent the summer with a group of stoner kids, among whom I was well liked. I finally had the beautiful, long blonde hair I'd always wanted and I feel it would have been only a matter of time before I'd gotten laid.
But I met Fawn, who was a chubby, plain looking girl. She put out after a couple of weeks. It was a terrible experience because we were making out and it was very late. I was tired and she suddenly said that she was willing to let me fuck her. I was unable to get hard for about ten humiliating minutes, partly because I wasn't very attracted to her and partly because I'd already cum slightly on her breasts. A virgin guy being unable to get hard is the most humiliating experience; I'd dreamed of this moment for so many years and it was an occasion only of shame. Eventually, I got hard and fucked her for a little. The next time I had a similar problem, largely out of anxiety.
Eventually, however, we developed a very good sex life. I generally had no trouble getting hard and we fucked like bunnies for that first term or so. She was surprisingly good in bed actually, with a very wet, tight cunt. She loved to be fingered in the asshole and I would often lick her there, although I have a rather short tongue. We had some particularly amazing sex when I was high on weed. I remember one time when I was just entirely one with the fuck, you could say: pure animal, pure confidence. She was quite the nympho; she wanted to have sex all the time. This would have been fine except that her behavior kept me so oppressed that I wasn't in the mood for daily fuck sessions.
I never cheated on Fawn during our relationship and eventually we broke up under very unpleasant circumstances. She's been largely responsible for wrecking my life but that's not part of my sexual autobiography.
Freed from Fawn, I didn't waste much time in gaining sexual experience. My first step was to meet a girl named Meg online. She got to the point by proposing that we meet and have sex, in public. I suggested a trendy smoothie bar in downtown Ashland. After picking her up in Jacksonville, and stopping briefly to finger her, we reached the smoothie bar. We ordered peach-berry smoothies and chatted pleasantly and sophisticatedly while we drank them. Then we went into the bathroom and I fucked her. T
he smoothies had been very good and it was exciting to do it in public and so we had good sex. We had much better sex back at my place, where we took our time and did lots of foreplay. Here, perhaps for the first time, I really got to indulge all my fantasies, licking her ass and her cunt, which was very cute, and indulging in the attitude I guess of sex. We don't talk about it much but attitude is very important to sex, and I don't mean any kind of naive bull like you see in porn mags and in popular culture. She was a somewhat chubby girl with, honestly, a very pimpled face. But her body was beautiful and I loved her sexual personality. We fucked regularly for a while, sometimes without a condom because she was on birth control, and I convinced her to try pissing into my mouth, a long time fantasy of mine. But she was nervous and only pissed a little bit, which nonetheless made me happy; it didn't taste very bad at all.
