I spent all of high school absolutely in love with this cute, quiet girl who was spectacular. We were in different crowds, I played sports, she wrote for the school newspaper and was part of the Christian Book Club. Anyway, I spent all of grade nine slowly showing her how much I cared, and eventually in grade ten she agreed to start dating me. Everything in our relationship was dreadfully thought out and painstakingly slow, our first kiss wasn't until grade eleven and the thought of having sex with her was just absurd. In grade twelve I made this fabulous gift for her as sort of a graduation gift, and the idea of having sex was brought up. (NOTE: she was willing to have sex despite the fact her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ would look down on her) So after talking about it for a while one night when my parents were out she came over with the expectation that sex would occur. We're about to have sex and she asks if she can put on a song, I say "why not?" She goes on my computer and plays "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton and sets  it to repeat. I'm slightly freaked out, but whatever, as soon as I put it in her she begins to whisper the lyrics, her tone was so terrifying that I almost lost my boner, then as soon as "my first time, hard to explain, rush of blood and a little bit of pain," was sung she burst into tears. I pulled out, asking if she was ok, she said "you're my first mistake." We never spoke again. I'm so bad at sex.

alwayssingle on Monday 20th of April 2009 | Comments: 7

Lame (1)

I was a sophomore in college, and before classes started my friends and I made a trip to a neighboring university to go party over there.  Much partying was done that night, probably a little TOO much partying.  At the apartment we were hanging out at, there was a big beautiful woman, probably 220-225 lbs., who constantly cheered me on as I drank and drank ("Who's drinks are these?" "YOURS! DRINK!"), jumped off of two story balconies, and other blatant acts of someone being near the point of blacking out.  I was getting tired when I collapsed on a bed, lo and behold it happened to be Miss BBW's bed.  My wingmen were nowhere in sight.  I am pretty sure she was not drunk.  Not really aware of what I was doing, we proceeded to make out, and then I went down on her.  She had a MASSIVE bush, kind of like her own Mini-Me, but all made up of sweaty, stinky pubes.  I was drunkingly all over the place in her vagina, and when I proceeded to whip my penis out when she said she didn't want to have sex.  I whimpered and said, "But I'm a virgin" (true at the time).  She then told me I should wait for someone special and began cuddling with me.  I was too pathetic, even for Miss BBW, to have sex with.  After a while of spooning (she was the big spoon) I went to puke in the toilet and I passed out.  Three hours later my wingmen woke me up and we left to go back to our school.  In the car, as I was still drunk, my uvula swollen as fuck, I wheezed out a breath to the driver and said, "You smell that? Smells like pussy!"Wow, taken advantage of while drunk and turned down for sex from a stinky pube girl.  I am so bad at sex.

babyshamwow on Monday 20th of April 2009 | Comments: 1