There must be something wrong with me! I mean, not physically, there I'm fine. I'm 5'4," 135 lbs. , with nice tits and an ass that's not too awful big, firm and round, but not wide. Short blonde hair and a decent face with big blue eyes. What I mean is that I must be messed up in the head! I'm 19 years old and I should be having the time of my life, but I'm not. I hate sex! I've had boyfriends, and when we first get started I enjoy myself. The kissing and touching start getting me hot, then bam, nothing. Even when I masturbate, I must be self-conscious or something, because my orgasms feel good, but they're nothing to write home about.
This is the way I was feeling as I went out with my boyfriend Tom again tonight. He's beginning to suspect how I feel I think, and the date ended badly. I felt awful by the time I got home, and I just wanted to be alone with my misery.
I walked in the door and my mom's husband, Chaz, was in the living room watching TV. I guess my mom was out doing one of her good deeds again or something. We don't see much of each other, with our schedules, which usually suits me just fine. I didn't want to be bothered, but when he called my name, I went to see what he wanted. My step-dad has always been decent to me, and I didn't want to be a bitch to him.
I walked into the living room and he asked me immediately what was wrong. I must have looked as bad as I felt. I said "nothing" and started to head up to my room. "Wait," he said, "let's talk about it" It must have been the concern in his voice that convinced me to stay and spill my guts. I sat down on the couch beside him and started crying, telling him about my awful night in bits and pieces.
"Tom called me a frigid, little bitch," I blurted out and then I immediately stopped talking. I mean, how embarrassing is it to be talking to my step-dad about my sex life, let alone to let him know how awful I think the whole business is. But he began to rub my back soothingly and pressed me to keep going. "You're one of the warmest people I know," he said, "how could that boy think you were frigid?"
"I hate sex," I confessed. There it was, finally I had admitted to someone how I felt.
Chaz stared at me for a long time, making me a little uncomfortable. Finally he said, "maybe you just haven't done it with the right person. "
"Oh no," I replied, "I've been with a few guys and it's not them, it's me. " I was blushing furiously now. I mean, not only was I talking about sex with my mom's husband, but also for the first time, I noticed what a kind and attractive man my step-dad was. Chaz is Puerto Rican, with short, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a muscular body due to his daily workouts. He's not real tall, only about 5'9," but he has a calm, strong bearing that makes him seem bigger. And though he was 40 years old, he looked years younger. I realized what good taste my mom had.
Lord, what was I doing, thinking of him in this way? Just because he was showing me a little kindness, I was getting hot thinking about how good he looked to me? I should be ashamed of myself, thinking about him that way! I mean, this is the man I've slipped and called "Dad" a few times in the past 4 years that he'd been married to my mom. We've never been what you would call "close," but he'd become family.