Meeting the Woman Who Changed My Sex-Life (M/F) | 2016

I needed to get some writing practice, and I realized I had never really written anything autobiographical. I was sad to see that my life has actual been quite uneventful. Uneventful, except for my sex life. I was convinced to post this here. I may have more stories to follow.

So, I’ve recently started dating this woman. It’s really casual. We’ve been on 6 dates since the new year. No sex, no nothing. We just have lunch, and chat. Nothing else. She’s going through a divorce right now, so I guess I’m that guy she’s testing the water with. We have pretty good conversation. She does come off as a tiny bit of a prude, but I can tell there’s some sexual chemistry there. And because I’m a fucking scumbag, I decided to ask something vaguely sexual, the last time we were out. I asked her what the craziest thing she’s ever done. She kind of blushed as she told me she flashed her breasts in a game of truth or dare, once. I wasn’t expecting something so mundane. But I did go, “What?! Girl, you are soooo crazy.” I was caught a little off guard when she reciprocated the question. I didn’t necessarily want to tell her the truth, so I told her I once had sex in the same room as another couple. She looked at me like I might as well have fucked another species or something. Which is probably good that I didn’t tell her that I spent my early to mid 20s in a fairly open relationship.

I first met Sarah in a sophomore-year Poli-Sci class. She was an International Relations major, while I added the class, last minute, to be enrolled full-time. We hardly addressed each other that semester, let alone acknowledging the other's existence. To be honest, I didn't bother to form an opinion of her, at the time. She was this scrawny, opinionated, spitfire of a girl. Probably talked the most of anyone in that class. I did like her voice though. It was this wonderful rasp that made my head tickle. You know that buzz you get at the base of your skull?

That same semester, I began working at Circuit City. (Remember those?) I quickly started a relationship with a coworker. Victoria was hands-down the coolest girl I had ever known. We liked the same music, movies, she read comic books. For the next year and a half, we spent just about every waking moment together, excluding shifts we didn't work together, and days I went to school. Even then, one or the other would usually wind up hanging out at work on our days off.

She was everything I had searched for in a girl since junior high. That is, everything except our lack of sexual activity. It all worked against us. Victoria had been sexually abused by her high school boyfriend, and was still coping, three years later. I was completely respectful, and understanding of her reluctance to engage in an activity that caused her to feel such negative emotions, but it still sucked. During our time together, the extent of our physical interaction had been limited to make out sessions, and two attempts at intercourse, which she stopped soon after they began.

I'm not saying I was a stud at this point of my life. In fact, my sexual endeavors had been limited to a few fumbling encounters with a childhood friend in my mid-teens, a year long relationship in high school, a clandestine, yet highly-informative affair with a friend's older relative, and a single one-night stand.

As much as I cared about this girl though, my hormones were raging. It's safe to assume that I masturbated, a lot. I became a porn connoisseur. In the early days, she asked me if I masturbated. I don't know why, but I told her I didn't. Maybe I was being overly sensitive about the way she was, but it was a poor lie to make.

About a year into our relationship, things became tricky. Our Circuit City closed. We found new jobs.. Victoria and I were hardly seeing each other. This was coupled with the fact I made her upset one day when she found my porn. I didn’t deny anything, nor was she excitable. She just looked hurt. We had a trivial argument soon after which led to an ambiguous exit.

A couple of days after this, I started my senior year. I needed science credits in order to graduate at the end of the year, so I took a chemistry class. I remember being early to my first day and waiting in the lecture hall. As class time approached, I saw a girl enter the room. “She’s cute,” I thought. The cute girl waved in my general direction. I completely ignored it. Obviously, it was for someone else. I then heard a very familiar rasp say “Hey. I know you.” I knew instantly it was Sarah. I actually didn’t remember her name at that moment. I just remembered her. She had changed in the year and half, since I last saw her. She had cut her hair. She had gained a flattering 10-15 lbs. She discovered plucking/threading/something. That made me sound like an asshole. In spite of any superficial differences that occurred since I last saw her, I could tell she herself was different. At the time, I attributed her newfound confidence to the makeover. In retrospect, you could tell she’d been fucked well. It was evident she was a woman now, and felt it. She took a seat behind me in class. Later on, our professor asked us to find a lab partner for our first visit to the lab. Sarah hunched over me, and unintentionally(?) gravelled directly in my ear, “You want to partner up?”

We reconvened in the lab a couple hours later. While waiting for our professor to arrive, I made some really stupid crack about how awesome it would be to light a joint with a bunsen burner. She gave me a painfully polite smile. Luckily, I rebounded by making her genuinely laugh. She then told me I had beautiful hands. She promptly and awkwardly apologized for saying it. I didn’t feel bad about my earlier bad joke anymore.

When it was evident our professor would bizarrely not be joining us, we began to exit class. On the way out Sarah asked me if I got high. I told her I hadn’t in quite a while, but I’d like to do it again. “Well do you want come over to my place since we’re not having class anymore?” I hadn’t smoked pot since high school. How ironic I stopped smoking pot when I got to college. I was a little anxious to try again.

When I showed up at her little one bedroom apartment, she apologized for everything being in boxes. She was moving the following morning to a new place. An old friend of hers had transferred and they were going to share a house.. I vividly remember she had her mattress, a television on a milk crate, which I think it had a UHF knob, a case of bottled water, a box of cheez its and a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Oh, and of course a bong. I remember hacking on my first rip. She smiled at me, and ensured: “Coughing is good.” “Why is coughing good?” “Because it gets you more high.” This stuff was of way higher quality than whatever shit-weed I smoked in high school.

We talked for a good long while. This girl was heartachingly smart. She knew who she was, and she had the knowledge and attitude to back up her values. I can’t tell you how sexy that is. By the end of the first hour, our bodies had unconsciously gravitated towards each other. I had this primal desire to be near her. I have no fucking clue why, but I started nestling my face into the side of her neck, breathing up and down it. I’ve never done that before. And why would I start now? I technically still had a girlfriend. While I’d love to blame it on the marijuana, I knew full well what I was doing. I had this inexplicable desire to be with this woman who responded openly to my touch. This woman who could make me do anything she asked. The very first thing Sarah ever told me to do was “kiss my neck”. I did as she told. She rolled over on top and began making out with me. That in itself felt so fucking good to me. Grabbing and grinding against someone. Having her shake when I grasped her ass. I had never had so much testosterone flow through me before.

While I would've been perfectly content fooling around like high schoolers for awhile, she leaned into my ear and asked, "you wouldn't happen to have a condom on you?" Really?! Why on earth would I have felt I needed a condom today? I have a girlfriend, and I went to school.

I told her no. "I won't let you fuck me today but I'll suck your dick if you want." I agreed, obviously. I gleefully leaned back onto her mattress, as I anticipated my first blowjob in 3 years.

That’s another thing. It had taken me awhile to fully embrace getting head. I had always been so self-conscious of being uncircumcised. There was always the negative connotation of being unclean. So naturally why would I want a girl to go anywhere near it. When I was 18, I was actually considering getting an adult circumcision when I got head from this very experienced girl who told me my uncut cock was cleaner than any cut dick she'd sucked before. It made me not so self conscious about it.

While I may have gotten over that aspect, unfortunately for me, at that moment I became hyper aware thinking about how sweaty I was. That day I must've walked about 4 miles around campus under the hot September sun, in jeans no less. I began to cringe as she pulled down my pants. My apprehensions subsided when she rubbed her face into my crotch and moaned "You smell so good". She also commented on how she loved boxer-briefs, something I had actually started doing that very day. She removed them, smiled and took my half-hard cock into her warm mouth, inch by inch, slowly beginning to work up a lather of hot spit along the length of it. She moaned loudly taking her first taste. I knew at that moment, not only was she okay with the fact that my dick was dirty, sweaty and uncut, but just maybe that's the way she preferred it.

She wrapped her lips around my head and slid it in her mouth, cradling it along her wet tongue. She sucked my dick like she needed it. She was clearly made to worship my cock. She was really good at it. She had fun. She would occasionally try, unsuccessfully, to deepthroat my cock. She would come back up after gagging on it, coughing and smiling with watering red eyes, wiping the strands of spit off the sides of her lips. She tested the laws of physics sucking on it, pulling it down, and letting bounce back up. She would let out this mischievous cackle every time she did that..

Once I assume she felt I had enough, she began to lightly throat my cock, bobbing her head up and down, her spit dripping all over my shaft and balls. Her fucking tonsils were massaging the head of my dick for fucks sake. I couldn’t help but throw my head back on the bed, revelling in how good that felt. I had never done that before. I had always been so fixated visually on getting head. Sarah, while easily the hottest girl I had ever been with, sucked me off so well that I just had to fucking sit in it. I actually closed my eyes and let go. I could have her blow me all day long, and I’d be perfectly okay with that.

It didn’t help to open my eyes and look down at her for the moment her eyes darted up at me, begging for my cum. I had never before had an orgasm so involuntary, so necessary as that moment. My legs began to shake furiously. The first wave washed over my body so completely I couldn’t warn her of what was to come, but something tells me she knew as she started throating my cock as deep as she could. I could feel her tonguing my balls as I looked down, her face turning red from the lack of oxygen. I noticed at that moment my hand on the back of her head, her hair twisted in my palm. What on Earth made me do that? I completely embraced my barbaric urges as I shot spurt after spurt of sticky white cum right down her throat.

My body completely gave out. I literally died I think. I came to a few moments later, her face nestled into my package lightly kissing my balls, smiling. What a fucking lucky man I was. I could tell she had been really into it too. She had undone her bra right before she started giving me head, and it never made its way completely off.

At that very moment, I received a text message. I grabbed my phone from my jeans next to me. It was from Victoria. She was asking if I was still going to her parent’s 25th wedding anniversary that weekend. This was basically her way of asking me if we were still together. I immediately felt terrible for what happened. I apologized for leaving, and told Sarah I needed to go home. I would have most likely reciprocated had it not been for the interruption of guilt.

On the drive back, I thought about Victoria. What was I gonna do? I was clearly not the nice guy that she deserved. I was very much immature at that time, and I still feel bad about it. But I had never desired anything in my life as much as I desired Sarah. There was something about her I was uncontrollably attracted to. I hate this to be a sexual awakening tale, but Sarah had made me feel unlike I’d ever felt before. I kind of felt like a man.

When I got home, I responded “No. I’m sorry,” to Victoria. She never replied.

I soon got a message from Sarah telling me my wallet fell out of my jeans at her place. Wanting to avoid an awkward moment, I asked her if she could bring it to next class. She informed me I could pick it up the following day when I helped her move. So it begins.