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This story is about a guy called jack who finally got his first taste of a woman at the age of 22, and with a woman 25 years is senior.
Let me start by saying that it is a mystery how someone as good looking as me is still a virgin at 22. That might sound a little arrogant, but its the truth and I am told this on a regular basis by many women, not just by me mother. For some reason, I have gained this reputation for being some kind of Casanova with the ladies and I don't think any one would believe the truth about my virginity. My main problem is that I don't think I will be able to measure up in the bedroom department and this fear is not helped by the fact that I think I'm a little small downstairs at just under 6 inches.
Every year I would tell myself that this would be my year and I would finally pluck up the courage and just go for it. At this point, I didn't even care with whom, I just wanted to be able to experience what it felt like to be with a woman.
I knew I had the house to myself for the weekend, cause my parents were still away on holiday, so this was my perfect opportunity to just go out with my friends to a club, get drunk and find someone to bring home and just get it over with. I know it sounds romantic, but I really don't care anymore.
Once at the club, we started hitting back the tequilas like there was no tomorrow, In my case it was for courage. After about an hour Iâd had enough drink to loosen myself up and was ready to show my moves on the dance floor. Straight away this cute little brunette caught my eye and we hooked up right there in a scene which resembled the one in Dirty Dancing, this however was much more steamier. This girl was all over me, she was like an untamed tiger clawing at her prey. I thought she was going to rape me right there on the dance floor. âLets go to the bathroomâ, she shouted in my ear.
You don't have to tell me twice, its finally going to happen I was thinking.
As we made our way through the packed club, Iâd just realised that I hadn't brought the condoms with me. Maybe she wouldn't care, she was too out of it to even know.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally made our way to the ladies bathroom, she leading me into the nearest un used cubicle, looking the door firmly shut behind us. We started kissing wildly, her hands immediately going for my belt buckle as my hands grabbed her ass pulling her firmly to my fully erect waiting cock. My belt was off in a second, followed by her hand inside my pants. This was it, would she be disgusted by my small size I was thinking. Finally she grasped it and let out a mmm sound which really boosted my confidence. Maybe I wasn't as small as I thought, she seemed to be enjoying herself as she jacked me off, still kissing me, but her lips were now firmly planted on my neck. I was really getting into this and knew I was about to fuck this wild woman, when I heard the music go off in the club and voices yelling outside the cubicle.
âPolice, open the door nowâ. Fuck I thought, what the hell is going on. I had the police screaming outside the door and this girl was still nibbling away at my neck with her hand still firmly around my cock. I pushed her away and pulled my pants back up, trying to get composed and ready to face the cops. As soon as we stepped out from the cubicle we were frisked by the cops and searched for drugs. I wasn't worried cause I knew I was clean, I never touch the stuff, well, I did smoke pot back in summer camp, but that was a long time ago. I was clean, but the girl I was with wasnât. She had a bag full of pills with her, probably ecstasy, and she was taken away by the cops. No wonder why she was acting like a wild woman, she had been drugged up to the max.
Just my luck, just when I was about to finally get somewhere with a girl and this happens, what are the fucking odds ? I was totally gutted and felt pretty pissed on the way back to my empty house where I would spend the night all alone.
Arriving at the driveway to the house, I saw lights on in the lounge, which was strange because my parents were not due back for another 2 days. I walked through the front door a little cautious, âmum, is that you ?â. No reply, but I heard a crying sound coming from the kitchen. âWhoâs thereâ, I shouted as I entered the kitchen.
Sitting at the kitchen table crying away was Fiona, a friend of my motherâs. âFiona, whatâs the matterâ, I said, as I sat down beside her. âIâm sorry Jack, I used the key under the doormat to let myself in, I didnât think there would be anyone in, I just wanted to be alone away from everythingâ.
âBut why are you crying Fiona, what's happened ?â I really hated seeing this woman crying, she was one of the nicest people you could ever meet and we had always been very close. âJack, you don't want to hear a stupid old womanâs problems, you should be out enjoying yourselfâ. I put my arm on her shoulder and told her, âfirstly, don't ever think that your stupid and secondly you are definitely not oldâ. That last word got a little smile from her. âThank you Jack , you have always been a sweet talker and you know how make a woman feel specialâ