Cassanova

I've had one too many beers tonight and I won't even start how much nicotine I've ingested (yep... it was a lot it felt like I ate them). If you knew me (which hopefully you don't unless we're talking about knowing me in the biblical sense), I never like going to bed reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. Nevermind if I fell into beer keg or a burning cigarette factory or how late it is, I will clean up. After all, it is one of the rules if you're sleeping around... ALWAYS CLEAN UP. Anyhoo, while waiting for while waiting for my hair to dry, I suddenly remembered the first time I had sex.

My first sexual experience occurred at the ripe old age of 15. Before you balk at that, remember kids here mature waaaaay faster than I did. So there, shut up and read. At that time, my boyfriend was 22. Nevermind the legality of it all, where I grew up the age difference of people in a relationship was not a big concern. Looking back, I could've done better but I was 15, what the fuck did I know. He was a self-proclaimed cassanova. Had a record of (according to him) 35 women. He's done it all, he's seen it all. SO there I was, a nervous, giddy and curious 15 year old ready to be introduced to the world of carnal pleasures and sexual exploration. I just knew he would be this increadible lover, the person who would shake me to the core with earth shattering orgasms and the one who would make me a woman way ahead of schedule. I was a fucking idiot. Any virgin would tell you that the memorable thing about their first time, was the pain. I remembered the sheer boredom, disappointment and yes, the pain. Cassanova here knew nothing about sex. I felt that, as someone without any experience and know how, I should have been handled with kid gloves. Made to feel relaxed and in the mood. I had a bad feeling when I saw his dick. He said he was a size 9, so his dick would be proportional. It was quite the opposite. It was the little engine that wished it could. He poked at me like you would poke the dying embers of the logs in the fire place. He really wanted to go deep but little engine had it's limits. He clumsily cupped my ample (that's underexaggeration) breasts and could not find my damn nipple. When he did, he poked, twisted and prodded it like it was some sort of science experiment. He never even knew that he'd broken through and made my guarded virginity non-existent. He just huffed and puffed and I never even knew what I was supposed to do. There was no foreplay, no gentle finger stimulation not even oral sex, which incidentally I was expecting due to the numerous porn flicks I saw. I wanted it. I expected it. It should come with the fucking package!!! None of that happened. After about 10 minutes I knew I had to do something. Coincidentally, this was also the night, I learned to fake my orgasm. I learned to fake it just so he would stop. And when he was done, he rolled over, fully satisfied and spent. And lovingly, douchebag here turns to me and smiles sweetly and asks "did you like it? was it good?" my mistake at that time was I lied to him. I made him believe he was the emperor of sex. ANd for a year I had nothing but bad sex. I told myself I would never ever, ever see the light of another bad sexual encounter in the future (unfortunately, it happend but in 3 different versions... more to come).

On my 16th birthday, he did me a favor by going down on me. Finally!! I get some pussy licking!!. I figured, he must have some redeeming quality. It's like when you see a totally butt ugly person but this person has an increadible sexy voice, that's sort of a redeeming quality. If Cassanova was bad at sex, maybe he was good at oral sex. Maybe now he can make my toes curl and give me a chance to roll my eyes back. Again, I was proven to be a totally fucking idiot. Cassanova's tongue was a short as his dick was. The guy could not find my clit even if his life depended on it. I wanted to grab the lamp on the night stand, point towards my clit and say "HERE IT IS YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! RIGHT INFRONT OF YOU!!! LICK THERE!!!!" he tried for the first five miutes, had the gall to look up and ask "did you cum?". I could not hide my shock. Are you serious?!? he mistook my shock for I wanted some more, so he went down again after which, and up to this day I could not believe that I did, (I) faked the orgasm again... during oral sex. Suffice it to say, I didn't ask for another round of oral sex and he never offered. A few months later, Cassanova and I broke up. Now that was a redeeming quality.