The First Love Blow
Like most high school relationships, mine was my very first love. We were together over 2 years before she left me for an NYU scholarship. We tried to do a long distance thing. But she ended up fucking some dude 6 weeks later. Back then I was devastated. But in hindsight, who could blame her? I’m sure I would have done the same thing.
She stayed in NY. I saw her 6 years later while on a business trip. I was 23. She had changed, A LOT. The upper/middle-class girl from Pacific Palisades with a Jetta and a Green Day obsession had left the motherfucking building.
Her blonde hair was dyed burgundy. She ran in a circle of Rasta’s who sold weed in Washington Square Park, and taught their children to steal fruits and vegetables from markets because they were “natural” (all of which she totally supported).
I’m dead serious.
We had dinner in NY one night. The whole time she spoke about revolting against the system, how George Bush was the devil and black people getting the short end of the stick. All that may have been true, but it sounded so fake coming out of her mouth. I was like, what the FUCK happened to you? I hated her. We hadn’t been in touch since.
Last night I went to a bar with a friend; she was there.
OH. MY. GOD! What IS UP!?!?!?!?!?
BIIIIIIIG HUG.
HOW ARREE YOOUU!!??!
She looked MUCH better than she did 6 years ago. Her hair was back to blonde and her body language didn’t scream, “I’m angry”. We spent the whole night catching up. She hasn’t done all that much with herself since I saw her 7 years ago. She’s still at the same job, she goes out and she still smokes weed. That’s about it. Her parent’s have cash so, yeah.
There wasn’t any sexual chemistry between us anymore. It was like catching up with a long lost friend. Anyway, later in the evening we began talking about our love lives, which lead to sex talk. I’m not sure how it specifically came up or what prompted me to say it, but I ended up blurting out, “Sometimes I’d rather just do oral than have sex”. She said, “Omg I totally feel the same way”. It wasn’t sleazy. I wasn’t even thinking about hooking up with her, the topic just happened to come up.
As soon as she said that, the dynamic changed. I think we both looked at each other like, “So, you like oral, too?”
I began to think about our relationship in high school, and what it was like to have sex with her. She was the person that really broke me in, sexually. I had only had sex once before her. We were kind of each other’s sex-ed.
Between the oral conversation and the high school fuck fantasies, I decided to make a move. I tested the waters by touching her shoulder or arm while I spoke. She was totally responsive to it. At 1am, I invited her back to my place. She agreed.
We sat on my couch and continued to talk for 20 min before I went in for the kiss. Within 30 sec we were in my bedroom. I started to unbutton her pants. She stopped me, “It’s that time of the month”.
DUDE, BUMMER
She sat on my bed and began to undo my pants. Not such a bummer after all! She blew me until I came in her mouth, which she swallowed. The blowjob was decent, but hooking up with her again was SO HOT! I felt like I was 16 again, and right back in my moms house. I felt really young and giddy. She left at 2am, and is due back in NY this Friday. All morning I’ve been thinking about every sexual experience I had in high school. God I miss it.
3 months ago
