Taylor is a first year college student who needed someone to write her ordeal. She contacted me and after several emails, I was able to gather the facts and put it all together. Here is her story.
It's been a year since we graduated from high school and I think my boyfriend Tyler might be close to proposing to me. He is very cute and built nice as he is 5'11 and weighs about 170 pounds. He also is dark-complected with a dark faux hawk style haircut and sexy brown eyes. We have dated a couple of years but I think "the incident" is what keeps him from popping the question. I still can't believe it happened. It seems so surreal. I know Ty hates it but I still don't know how I feel about it and that is my struggle. On one hand, I'm embarrassed, humiliated, and a little ashamed but I also think I might have subconsciously enjoyed it and even fantasize about it. I have on several occasions, masturbated to it. I believe Tyler can sense that and this is why he is hesitant and emotionally wounded.
My name is Taylor and I'm almost 19, stand 5'7, with pasty white skin and long brunette hair. I have a few freckles and blue/green eyes with small pink lips. I weigh 120 pounds and keep myself in very good shape. Guys love my smooth 32 A boobs and comment on my bubble ass. I will admit, I do like the attention my body brings from guys but what girl doesn't? I love Tyler but consider myself very conservative, sexually. I am not kinky, don't do anal or even suck cock but I do love when Tyler goes down and licks me. That does make me a little selfish but that is just who I am. I guess I have always felt anything other than typical love making were slutty acts that were beneath me. He loves my trimmed hair and my big hanging pussy lips. He gives me great orgasms and has been the only guy...well, until the incident that has made me squirt.
To be honest, I was pretty conceited in high school and thought I was above petty drama. I think being attractive and having a nice athletic body, with girls' jealousy and boys' attention fueling the fire, just made me worse. I ran track and was also on the dance team. The girls I hung around with were fake friends who secretly despised me but that is just high school.
Since losing my virginity, I have only been with two other guys. Bailey was my on and off again boyfriend who was basically my sex partner with about a 5 inch dick. I didn't exactly enjoy having sex with Bailey but he was 6'2, cute, wore his hair Bieber style before moving on to the short on the side, thick on top, Macklemore cut. He was a bit on the scrawny side, weighing about 165 pounds but girls fan around him and I liked the idea of being with him more than actually loving him.
Bailey was on the track team with Tyler and me which caused tension. Not only was Tyler jealous because I had been with Bailey, he was always on edge because Karl and Jackson were also on the team and were always flirting with me. The truth was, I could have had any of them and still could, but Jackson was a sweet skinny 6'2, 140 pound nerd whom I went out with a few times along with a dance or two and I wasn't attracted to Karl. It's a shame because Karl is built like a tank with huge thick muscles and abs we gasp over. Tyler was jealous that all the guys catered to me but I just laughed it off while enjoying the attention. Tyler secretly hated Karl the most because in his eyes, he was the biggest threat and I had also went out with him on a couple of dates. I chose Tyler and he is my love but I couldn't help thinking about Karl's body.
The incident began during a warm spring day while many athletic teams were practicing simultaneously. It was late in the school year and the dance team was practicing for the next year on the other side of the discus throw area. Even though I was a co-captain on the team, I was a senior and I was practicing with the track team while the underclassmen were preparing for summer camp. Spring football was taking place on the practice field while our track team was getting our own practice in.
On that day, I had run a few intervals, dressed in my Nike running compression leggings, sports bra, tank, long sleeve matching zip up with no show white socks and my running shoes. Even with my hair pulled back and wearing a headband, I was working up a little sweat around my forehead. As I completed my third run, I look over and see Tyler and Karl talking smack with each other so I get a little closer to hear what is being said.
"Fuck you dude. You know you can't beat me," shouted Karl at Ty.
"No, fuck you! You think you're the shit. By the way, I want you to leave Taylor alone. Quit fucking texting her, dude. She doesn't like you so get over it," Tyler snapped back.
Karl smugly responded, "Don't be so sure about that. She would love it. I'll show that sweet ass of hers a real man!"
I jumped in, "Shut up Karl. Leave him alone. Quit being such a prick."
"Ok, let's just see who the fastest runner is. I will race you and if you win, I'll give you 50 bucks," Karl dared Tyler then added, "but if I win, I get a long kiss from Taylor."
"Uhhh, now wait. I have a say in this," I interrupted.
Tyler took me by the arm and pulled me off to the side and whispered, "I'm sick of his shit. Let me make this bet. We could use the 50 dollars and go out this weekend. He can't beat me so don't worry."
"I'm not gonna kiss him if you lose so you better win," I shrugged.
We walked back and Tyler said to Karl, "You're on but you better pay up if I win."
Karl laughed, "Don't worry about that...you better...I mean...she better pay up."
Tyler got down in the racing position at the 100m starting line as did Karl. When they took off, it was very close the entire race. It went back and forth with each one holding a brief lead as the click, click, click of their shoes sped up. As they came down to the finish line, I was screaming for Tyler to win when out of the blue, Karl kicked it in and beat Tyler by a half a step.
I was deflated and determined I wasn't kissing Karl but he walked toward me and in his out of breath bragging nature said, "Ok, baby...it's time to pay up."
"Sorry, no deal," I shrugged.
"I see. Do you always back out of a bet?" Karl asked Tyler and turned to look at me then added, "I guess I'm gonna have to kick your ass then."
"Let's do it. I've waited a while for this," Tyler confidently replied.