Disclaimer: This post turned out to be a lot more graphic than I originally intended it to be. If you would like the shortened version, ask me and I will send it to you. Also, if you for any reason respect me, you should not read this. Feel free to keep living in your fantasy world where I have not done terrible things. Otherwise, read on! :)
My sophomore year of high school remains my favorite year ever. It was the year I started what I consider “real” dating.
My sophomore year of high school remains my favorite year ever. It was the year I started what I consider “real” dating.
Freshman year I had a couple boyfriends. But neither relationship was very fun.
By sophomore year I was determined to stop being so innocent. I guess a lot of girls feel this way at that age. But few actually accomplish much.
I got lucky.
In my sophomore year I was trying to find my balance between pretty and smart. I had been both in my life and I had been neither.
I found a nice balance between the two and this secured me a boyfriend and grades that would not make my home life terrible for me. Things were looking up.
Everyone has a moment where they are faced with a sexual task that they are unfamiliar with. With experience, anyone can become a master. And this year of my life gained me a lot of experience.
For the record, most high school sophomores are about 16. I was not.
I graduated at 17. This made me 15 during my sophomore year.
Unlike the guys I had dated the year before, this guy was open to a lot. He was also inexperienced. This was perfect. Pairing someone that was familiar with sex with someone who is not can end terribly. That was a lesson I would learn later in life. Or the next year. But this story is not about that. This is the story of how I turned almost every encounter with my boyfriend into oral sex.
To this day I cannot recall the first time I gave oral. I DO remember doing a lot of research on it first, though.
I didn’t care if I was his first or not. I wanted to be the best. I wanted this guy to look back and think of how awesome I was. I did it to be remembered. So I would always look back on the relationship and feel accomplished.
This proved to be very successful.
Like many successful things, it soon backfired on me.
I also gave him oral because I thought it would increase my chances of having sex with him. At 15 I was very horny. And we did almost have sex a few times. But to be honest, I don’t think he was ready. He always “forgot” the condom. Or he “didn’t want his first time to be in a public place”. To me, this was silly. I would have fucked him anywhere. Once I wanted it so bad that I stupidly said “I don’t care about the condom. If anything happens, I’ll get rid of it. JUST FUCK ME!” and he considered it. Thankfully, he was able to control himself briefly and declined. It was not my proudest moment. But we were both still very horny. And in school. After a lot of fondling, we were satisfied.
However, after he experienced oral from me things did not go as I had planned. I was so fucking good at oral that he was fairly uninterested in anything else.
I didn’t really mind too much. I got fingered a lot and I enjoyed giving oral. We did it mainly in school and in movie theaters since neither of us could drive anywhere yet. We hadn’t even taken Driver’s Ed. When we had no way of seeing each other, we would sext and have phone sex. I didn’t have a cell phone at the time, so we emailed naked pictures to each other instead. Then I would talk on my home phone and we would have phone sex for hours. This possibly increased my how much of a whore I’ve become more than all the oral.
Anyway, almost every weekend for nearly four months I went to the movies with him and sucked him. In fact, during those four months I was probably engaging in more sexual activities than anyone else in my grade. (Except maybe the pregnant girl. Coincidentally, her name was Anna. One letter away from my name. Girls with any variation of my name must have awesome sex. I refuse to believe that any “Ana”, “Anna”, “Anastasia”, “Anastacia”, etc. is not good in bed.)
I wish I could say that I am not proud of this. I really do. I would love to say that I was a stupid 15 year old that was desperate for sex and throw in some excuse that would forgive my actions.
But while most of that is true, I have no regrets.
I even had a strategy.
Every week I would look at what movies were playing. Then I would look at how long the movies were and pick the longest one that had a PG13 rating.
I do not remember a single moment from any movie that I saw. In fact, out of months of going to movies, I can only remember the names of four:
The Tale of Despereaux, Coraline, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Hotel for Dogs.
I remember the theater for The Tale of Despereaux being very crowded and that did keep me from going down on him. Barely. I just gave him a hand job and a lot of hickeys instead.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was the longest movie we saw. I believe it was almost three hours. This gave me more time to give him an awesome blowjob.
Twice.
It is my best work to date.
But no one cares about a good blowjob story. That is meaningless.
I’ve given tons of good blowjobs and I almost never discuss them.
That is because my funny blowjob story is way better and people actually care about it.
It happened during Hotel for Dogs.
I will never forget that day.
In case you’re wondering how we ended up seeing Hotel for Dogs, we had gone through all of the PG13 movies. We were forced down to PG. It probably wasn’t the first time that had happened, but it was the most memorable.
The notable part of this comes in when you think about the audience of a PG rated movie. Especially one that has a lot of cute dogs.
There will be children in the theater.
A lot of children.
We anticipated this, as we had encountered the problem before, and we followed our normal strategy and picked a seat in the back where no one would notice us.
This has never been a problem in the past.
The movie theater guy would make a round. He would leave and I would get started. My boyfriend had gotten very good at noticing when someone was coming in.
He would alert me to get up, he’d cover his junk and we’d pretend to watch the movie for twenty seconds.
Then we’d continue.
Well, on that day he was off his game a little bit.
He was off his game because I was on mine.
I was doing such a good job that he neglected to notice the door opening on the right side of the theater.
I didn’t notice because I was sucking his dick and facing to the left. (I opted to bend over instead of getting on my knees to decrease our chances of getting caught. Until that moment, everything had gone very well.)
From what he told me later, a woman walked in with her son.
Her son looked to be about three years old. And he likely saw us.
She walked in, said “JESUS!” covered her son’s eyes and dragged him out of the theater.
And then she came back in.
And sat in front of us.
I have no idea why she did this, but it pissed me off.
I did not want her in front of me. If I continued to give my boyfriend a blowjob, she would sense it. She might even turn around. I did not want to be there.
I should also mention that she felt the need to bring her kid to see the movie when half of the movie was over. That’s what caught us so off guard. It was a weird moment to show up to the movie. The movie theater dude had already made his rounds. And no one had gotten up from their seat.
Anyway, we both really wanted to continue, so we moved to another seat in the back and I went down on him again.
From what I was told later, the woman kept looking over at us.
I’m not sure how he stayed hard, but he did.
That is the story about how I possibly traumatized a small child.
And how the child’s mother watched me give a blowjob in the middle of a PG rated movie.
