We’d meet surreptitiously in dark and make out in the cold British weather on a park bench before venturing back to his place to have sex. I didn’t tell him that I’d never had sex with someone before instead, saturated with vodka and inflated by nerves, I was swept up in the motions.įor the next year, we’d hook-up on and off, usually at 3 a.m. All I know is that one moment we were talking and the next minute, well. The minutiae of exactly how things developed from us being together in that room to us having slightly unsuccessful sex in a bathroom in a different corridor have since escaped me. He was clearly intoxicated, but it was a party after all and who was I, quite drunk myself, to judge. It was late (or early, depending on your outlook on the world) when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building. I can remember, although I'd had some drinks, sitting alone in my friend’s room on a single bed, the mattress overly springy and with a coarse plastic coating, attempting to stream a song over our dorm’s spotty Internet connection. The whole thing went down near the end of my freshman year at a party, at which people from the whole dorm floor were drunk and celebrating, carelessly streaming in and out of each other’s rooms, following the various different pop songs until one room took their fancy. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience-aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion-was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight. Oh no!!! I could not believe it.I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. Well, I did, but it went right into his eyes. A few of my friends had the bright idea that I go up and spray the perfume on my crush.
"One day at school my friends and I were playing around with a bottle of Victoria's Secret perfume spray during recess. So her mom and sister still think the darn cat did it!" I was totally against it and wanted to tell the truth, but I knew it risked our friendship. We tried putting it back together but couldn't, so she decided to lie and tell her mom the cat did it. "One day I was at my friend's house riding on her sister's skateboard when I crashed into her sister's puzzle. My mom caught them in the pool, so they never let her baby-sit again!" It was going pretty far when my parents walked through the door! They asked me where my sister was, and I pointed outside. Well, in the middle of night I found her in the pool with her boyfriend making out.
"Once when my parents went away for the weekend, my older sister had to baby-sit. I got up to get a flashlight in my closet, and when I got back, I tripped over one of my (many) shoes and landed on the bed right next to him! So we start kissing, you know, just the innocent stuff, but it quickly got steamier! Before we knew it, we heard my sister's car in the driveway, so I had to put on my shirt and he had to get his shoes on and make it to the back door in lightning speed! It was so devious!"
There happened to be a thunderstorm that night, so right in the middle of the movie the power went out. "My parents and sister were out of the house one night, so I invited over this boy I had a crush on to watch a movie. Perhaps we should've picked a more private place to make out!" She was so mad and didn't speak to me EVER again. Right before we went back into the theater, we started making out! Right at that moment, my friend walked out the door and saw us. Before the movie her BF said he wanted to buy us popcorn, so I went with him. I thought her BF was really hot, and he must have thought I was too because he kept staring at me. "I went to the movies with an old friend, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's friend.