...And Then There Was David
Imagine you orgasm every single time you make love with your partner?
That's what I had with David. He was the most amazing lover in the world. Our bodies fit perfectly together. We shared a deep passion and explosive chemistry. David was my high school sweetheart and many of my first this and that. Though he didn't pop my cherry, I did give him my virginity because until we met, there was so much about sex that I didn't know. David introduced me to oral sex. I even bled the first few times we did it.
There was more than sex between us. David needed me and I needed him. We were codependent in more ways than one, and not in a good way. When we met, I was staying with my grandfather because my mom had enough of my adolescent rebellion. This arrangement was perfectly fine with me because my grandfather was barely ever home, so I was mainly there with my older brother who also got kicked out of our house for rebelling.
I was 17 years old with no real supervision so I did the things that came most naturally for me - staying up late watching tv, doing school work when I felt like it, and waking up late. Different from other days though, the day I met David, I had slept through the first half of school but decided to go anyway. By the time I got out of the door, it was close to 12 noon. I couldn't care less. I headed for the bus stop with my backpack strapped on and walkman radio blasting. When the bus arrived at the ferry, I hoped on the boat and watched over the side as the cool breeze brushed past my cheeks. 30 minutes later when the boat docked, I headed toward the train station, swiped my pass through the turnsile and took a seat on the bench.
When the train arrived and the doors opened, I hopped on and took a seat next to the door since it was a short ride. As we neared my stop, 14th street, I readied my self to get off when the gentleman sitting directly across from me said something to interrupt my focus.
That's what I had with David. He was the most amazing lover in the world. Our bodies fit perfectly together. We shared a deep passion and explosive chemistry. David was my high school sweetheart and many of my first this and that. Though he didn't pop my cherry, I did give him my virginity because until we met, there was so much about sex that I didn't know. David introduced me to oral sex. I even bled the first few times we did it.
There was more than sex between us. David needed me and I needed him. We were codependent in more ways than one, and not in a good way. When we met, I was staying with my grandfather because my mom had enough of my adolescent rebellion. This arrangement was perfectly fine with me because my grandfather was barely ever home, so I was mainly there with my older brother who also got kicked out of our house for rebelling.
I was 17 years old with no real supervision so I did the things that came most naturally for me - staying up late watching tv, doing school work when I felt like it, and waking up late. Different from other days though, the day I met David, I had slept through the first half of school but decided to go anyway. By the time I got out of the door, it was close to 12 noon. I couldn't care less. I headed for the bus stop with my backpack strapped on and walkman radio blasting. When the bus arrived at the ferry, I hoped on the boat and watched over the side as the cool breeze brushed past my cheeks. 30 minutes later when the boat docked, I headed toward the train station, swiped my pass through the turnsile and took a seat on the bench.
When the train arrived and the doors opened, I hopped on and took a seat next to the door since it was a short ride. As we neared my stop, 14th street, I readied my self to get off when the gentleman sitting directly across from me said something to interrupt my focus.
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