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Seeking Someone Inexperienced
I'm the good looking, tall, in shape, healthy, politiy progressive type. I'm just looking to get to get close to someone new. Preferably a girl who doesn't have much sexual experience but is curious to learn more. Why, you ask? No, I'm not a pervert. A few years ago I had a really great experience with a girl who was a virgin. Shortly after, she moved to California. While I'm not looking to re-live it by any means. Instead, I just thought I might find someone who wants to experiment a bit in bed with someone more experienced, but also someone who would respect any limits you may have. Perhaps you're just looking to fool around. Or maybe you're looking to lose your virginity. If you're wondering where this is all coming from.... About three years ago a good friend of mine "won" the privilege of hosting an office holiday party. Normally you'd expect an office party would take place in an office... but they all hated their boss so much that they decided to hold it elsewhere in secret. So a bunch of them got together (some less willing than others) and drew straws to decide who would host the party. Of course, my friend drew the short straw.... My friend wasn't exactly the party planner type. And since I had thrown a few famous parties, he ed me up, begging me to help him. So, I reminded him about things like GOOD FOOD, utensils, and a decent bar. Wine, beer, appetizers, etc. plus some holiday decorations. When we were done setting up, I was ready to go. I had no intention to stick around with a bunch of boring (no offense intended) young accountants while they talked shop. I love my friend, he's a great guy, but most of my friends tend to be on the more creative end of the spectrum. But he basiy begged me to stay, if only for widen WV bi horny wives morale support. And since I didn't have a good excuse to say no, I buckled down and agreed (under the terms that I'd stay no later than 11:30pm). The party was scheduled to begin at 8:00. Maybe it's because they were accountants, I don't know. But everyone seemed to show up exactly at 8. They just seemed to pour in like a flood, winter coats piling up in a giant chaotic mound while the food got massacred and wine was guzzled. The topics of conversation ranged from accounting, to.... accounting. Turbo Tax versus manual accounting... Which CPA blog was the most exciting... I was bored out of my skull. Actually the only way to tolerate the conversation was to keep drinking. And drink I did! There came a point when I was sitting back fairly comfortably on a sofa that had lost its springs long long ago, pretending to be a part of a conversation about Treasury Regulations. I decided it was time to refill my wine glass. I heaved my sunken self up with my left hand, holding my wine glass in my right and proceeded to lunge myself forward to escape the sofa's field of gravity. But in doing so, my right foot caught itself on the edge of a throw rug, forcing me to contort and trip. I regained my balance immediately, so quickly in fact that no one noticed. However, in the brief, complex contortion, I noticed that my wine glass, which had contained about a quarter cup of residual wine, was now thoroughly empty. It had, through some defiance of physics, jettisoned from my glass during the tripping process, spiraled through the air, and landed squarely in the lap of a girl sitting quietly on the other side of the room. I could have simply walked away anonymously and no one would have known. But I did the right thing and walked over to her with a napkin, apologizing as she blotted her skirt. She looked up at me with a serious stare. "It's velour". I replied, "Well, fortunately it's white wine." We got to talking, chatting about the usual stuff - movies (she loved Grizzly Man), books (she refused to read "Girl with the Dragon Tatoo" but admitted she'd probably love it and get sucked in like anyone else), and politics (we both agreed Republicans deserved to be castrated). We were having a good conversation, but it was just after 11:30 and my obligation to my friend had been fulfilled. I thought of asking her for her number, but for some reason chose not to. She was attractive for sure, maybe not my type exactly, but I liked her. So, I told her I was going. She replied, "Are your really? I so want to get out of here but I don't want to be the first to leave." So I proposed that I say some loud goodbyes and leave first (rather than sneak out quietly like I had intended), then she would leave 5 minutes later. While I really wanted to just go home, I volunteered to walk her home. We weren't in a terrible part of Brooklyn, but it was getting late and was kind of sketchy. When we got to her place, she asked if I'd like to come in for a beer. I'm the type who's always curious about people's apartments, and I couldn't refuse. She had just moved in and the only furniture was a couch and an iPod. Everything else was still in boxes. She found two beers in the fridge left over from the move. She put on some cool music and we just hung out. She really was adorable. Eventually we weren't talking, we were kissing. And eventually cloths were coming off slowly until we were in her bedroom. We were pretty much naked and she was slowly taking off my boxers. Then she said, "You should probably know, I'm a virgin". Everything sort of stopped for me. I felt this very real sense of responsibility, like I needed to take care of her, or maybe say we shouldn't. But I asked, "Are you sure you're ready". Her response, "Definitely." So I basiy just made a pact with myself to take it slowly and make sure she had a really good first time. No, it wasn't mind blowing sex (which you can never really plan for anyway). But it was, in a sense, better. I've always liked experiencing new things with other people. That was just as fun as the sex itself. We saw each other for a while after that, but eventually she moved again and we both met other people. Still, it was an amazing evening. I guess I enjoyed filling the role of the instructor. Maybe you want some more experience with a nice guy. Or perhaps you've been thinking of losing your virginity but just cant' find the right guy. In either case, I'm here. What have you got to lose?
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