HANDLE WITH CARE
An eager virgin is disappointed when her fantasy turns out to be a bust
In high school, I had a huge crush on my best friend’s older brother. The obvious benefit was seeing him every time I stopped by the house — like the night he discreetly grazed his hand on my leg, while the three of us watched a movie. I was a virgin at the time, but definitely knew how to read body language.
“You should come over tomorrow while my sister is at softball practice,” he whispered as my best friend left the room. I could hardly contain my excitement. We agreed not to tell a soul to avoid any awkwardness between us. I knew I was about to lose my virginity.
The next day, I arrived ready to suspend my V card. He opened the door to an empty house and I followed him downstairs to the basement. Within 10 minutes, we were making out on the couch. When he started to reach down my pants, I assumed I had to return the favor. So, I put my hand down his pants, not really knowing what to do and lightly skimmed his shaft. Then, all of a sudden he exploded — all on the inside of his underwear and on my hand. I was so embarrassed that I immediately told him I had to leave and bolted out the door.
As it turned out, I wasn’t the only one who was inexperienced. And to think, I went behind my best friend’s back for a quickie hand job? Literally, what a bust!
