EASY CUM, EASY GO
Today’s contributor fools around with an older, less experienced guy
Sophomore year of high school, I went on my first date with an upperclassman. He was so embarrassed at the “girly” cafe I chose that he insisted we rent an action flick instead. This was more likely an excuse to get me back to his house and in his bedroom, where we started making out, than an attempt to preserve his manhood. Or so I thought.
About two minutes into lip locking, I realized that even though he was older, I was clearly more experienced. His tongue was practically swimming in my throat, his hands were all over the place, and lets not forget the awkward dry hump. I decided it was time for me to take control of the situation.
As I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper, he began to get the hang of it. But a minute or two after his pants were around his ankles, he stopped kissing me. Confused, I stared at him. I thought to myself, did I do something wrong? Was I pressuring this older boy to do something he didn’t want to do?
I looked down at my pink dress from the hem to my mid-thigh area and there it was—cum! He had cum on my leg with just one touch of his penis. He looked up at me with his deer-in-headlights eyes, completely in shock. “Um, sorry” was all he could muster. Um, yea, I thought. Who’s the “man” now?!
