Often the boy justifies his coitus with an "easy lay" by asserting that he does it at least in part out of respect for his girlfriend who desires to remain a virgin. Not only did I want to raise a ruckus with the boys once in a while, I also wanted to experience sexual pleasure apart from my steady girlfriend. The reason I wanted outside sexual pleasure was because of the love and respect I had for her. I knew she wanted to remain a virgin, and I wanted her to, but the more serious we got, the more intimate we became. We talked about our sex relation often, and she was confident that she could hold back her sexual drive. I was confident that I couldn't hold back any longer. I was at a point where it was affecting my life, not only with her, but also with my family and friends. I decided, after long and hard thought, that it was time to find sexual outlet without hurting her. This is when the episode started.
My friend and I were playing catch with
a football when he noticed two shapely girls. In no time flat, we had
dates with them for that night... The parking spot ended up being a
dirt road in the middle of nowhere. I stopped the car, we talked for a
few minutes, she moved closer, and we started kissing. She started
French kissing almost immediately. In less than ten minutes, I had
my hand under her sweater and inside her bra... I was becoming
very excited and could feel that she was too. We were lying down on
the seat undulating together and panting heavily. I was just about
to unzip her slacks when she stopped and looked at me. I looked
back bewildered. Then she told me she was in her period; and that
she was sorry. I was disappointed, but there was nothing I could do
anyway... I decided to go back again next week. I rang her doorbell,
and she invited me in to meet her parents.
They were nice people,
and they seemed to take an interest in their daughter's dating. I
couldn't understand where they had failed and why their daughter
was a bad girl. We excused ourselves and headed out to the dirt
road. I stopped the car and we started 'making out.' I was going
crazy and out of control. Now came the real challenge, trying to act
experienced when I really wasn't. I knew she was much more
experienced than I was by the way she helped me. She groaned and
told me to put it in slowly so I did. When I got the whole penis in,
my whole body was wet with perspiration. I could have had my
climax any time I wanted, but I tried to hold back because I wanted
to keep this extremely exciting state as long as I could. Suddenly I
couldn't hold my sperm back any longer. I started to ejaculate. I lost
all control of my senses. It must have been at least 15 minutes
before I regained them. I helped her get dressed and then pulled
her up. Suddenly she asked me a question that I should have been
ready for, but I wasn't. She asked me if I loved her. I didn't know
what to say. She repeated the question again.
I said I didn't know.
Then she said if I didn't know, why did we have intercourse. Now I
was really flustered, and I didn't want to start saying things I
didn't mean, so I kept quiet. I turned to the front, got behind the
wheel, and opened a window, because it stank in there, started the
car, and drove her home. I walked her to her door, said goodnight,
ran back to the car, and sped home. I thought about the incident all
night, and finally came to the conclusion that I would go back there
again... It ended up that I went to see her once a week. I enjoyed
every time I went to see her, but I was becoming less involved while
she was becoming more involved. I kept telling her that the only
reason I came to see her was to have intercourse. She would just
reply, 'I hope you change your mind some day.' I finally decided to
finish it the next time I went to see her. I told her it was all over.
She told me she expected it. I took her home, kissed her at the door,
said goodbye, and never talked to her or saw her again. I was
pleased that it was ended, but I had one task left, and that was to
tell my girlfriend about the whole episode.
The next night I did tell
her. It was the saddest thing I ever did in my life. She cried like a
baby when I told her. I didn't leave anything out either. I wanted to
let her think it over alone, so I took her home. She wouldn't talk to
me for three days, but on the fourth day, she asked if she could see
me that night. When I picked her up, she sat as far away as she
could. She didn't say a word until I parked. She looked over at me
with tears in her eyes and said, "I love you, respect you, and I
understand." She burst out crying. I jumped over to her and held
her like I never did before. I couldn't begin to explain to her how
truly sorry I was for hurting her, and how much closer I felt to her
now. And so my episode ended.