Young, dumb, clueless, horny, longing for a girls attention.
Great set up for a youthful adventure.
I was 20, in the Air Force, only a year after becoming a “man”
with 5 honest-to-God notches on my bedpost. One young thing
had sex with me on more than one occasion (we spent several
long episodes in the back of my van and in my barracks room).
Even though I finally was enjoying actual sex, I still imagined
myself a loser in a world of sexual major leaguers.
I wandered around the local communities when not on duty
for over a year, trying to fit in, not seem like a GI, doing
my damnedest to hook up with women. (And pitifully inept
at it, I generally didnt know what to say or do, so I didnt
say or do much. Mostly I watched and yearned.)
How I managed to get “lucky” still escapes me
a bit. For Lisa, maybe it was my geeky, virgin shyness, or
the competition with her little sister, or more rebellion
against her parents military rigidity. For Kim, perhaps
being unattractive, or my being older, in the military.
For Pam, the older fat woman, maybe that I seemed attracted
to her (I was desperate, she was willing, and I ended up wishing
I hadnt). For Theresa, I dont know… maybe she got shunned
too much in school, and SOME attention was appreciated.
Shes the one I had several sexcapades with, but Ill be
damned if I can say why we didnt continue together longer.
Then there was the cutie from Connecticut. She came to visit
a GI I knew, a guy I thought was a friend, but he took advantage
of my generosity. I didnt know he had designs on this beauty.
She ended up sleeping in my bed, I kept pressing for sex all
night, and she finally gave in. She went home and I never
heard from her again.
Well, in retrospect, not a bad first-year track record
for a young, inexperienced, clueless sexual klutz. I mean,
I had no idea women might actually find me cute.
Ah, the youthful exploits of a guy, who as a painfully shy
high school sophomore had a HUGE crush on a cheerleader
in my class. I used to daydream about her, stare at her in
class, but never actually spoke to her. She was so cute,
and all the other cheerleaders sat around me and liked me,
liked talking to me, but as youll see, I needed an engraved
invitation. One afternoon while staring at her, she turned
to look at me. I looked into her bright blue eyes, and not
so much as a smile, I panicked, and looked away. I was caught.
(Only years later did it occur to me that she might have been
attracted to me!)
Any wonder I had such a hard time with women?
As I said, Id drive around the local towns, looking for
anything to brighten my life, and frequently stopped for
a bite to eat at Jack In The Box. I found a treasure trove of
BABES, there! Every time I would drive through, the girls
working there were to die for! A black girl, a blonde, a tall
brunette, an Asian girl. And they were all friendly as hell
to me!
For this lonely, horny, clueless kid, Id discovered heaven.
I stopped by every afternoon, if I could. They seemed genuinely
happy to see me, and I was hungry for this tiny bit of validation.
Heck, they didnt even mind that I was a GI. (Quite often,
GIs arent terribly welcome in surrounding communities.
Or so was my experience as an Army brat and where Id gotten
stationed.)
I didnt notice, but before long, only the tall brunette
would be at the drive up window EVERY time I came for my snack
and mini-ego boost. Holly was every bit as friendly and
interested as the others had seemed, but she also started
to share personal info with me. Somewhere along the way,
she let on something about a previous boyfriend and being
sexually active with him.
Well, yeah, I might have normally needed a roadmap, but
I did get the message, intended or not: “Im no virgin!”
I began to wonder if I could get a date with this goddess,
and maybe even get lucky? Well, maybe that was being ridiculous,
since I didnt think girls were all that attracted to me,
but a boy could hope.
I cant recall how long it was before I finally wound up my
courage enough to ask her out, but she declined, saying
something about her sister coming to visit. I thought Id
just been politely and coldly shot down. She might as well
have said “I have to stay home and shampoo my canarys
hair.” She damn sure didnt want to actually spend
TIME with me, she was just nice because I was a customer.
More time passed, but as addicted as I was to the niceness
(and beauty) of these fast food girls, I couldnt stay away.
Always the daydreamer and optimist, maybe one of the other
babes would go out with me, if I could ever muster the guts
to ask another of them.
Well, Holly continued to be the only one at the window, and
she continued to be friendly, nice and chatty. One day she
says to me: “If you want to go out with me, youd better
ask me soon. I wont be working here much longer.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was speechless,
no clue what to say. It took several seconds for the thought
to creep into my head that she actually WOULD like to go out
with me, as hard as that was to believe. Many more seconds
passed before it dawned on me that she was waiting for me
to form a request.
“Would you like to go out, sometime?” She was
relaxed, Cheshire cat grin on her face, she drawled out
“Yes.” (Come on, big boy. You can do this. Actually
ASK me out. Name a date!)
Uh…. I know theres something that Im supposed to say
next. Hell, this hasnt happened to me all that often, and
Im not sure how it goes when the answer is Yes. “Well…
how about this Saturday night?”
“OK.” Shes still relaxed, still that big smirk
on her face, same drawl that asked “Dont you have
something ELSE to ask me?”
Uh. Uh. Shit! I dont actually HAVE a plan. I dont KNOW where
to take her. I havent actually planned a date with a girl
in over a year, a romantic night on the town. I was a deer in
the headlights, and she must have been tremendously amused
by my bumbling.
“Oh! I should get your number, so Ill know where to
pick you up!”
“OK.” She wrote down her number. Im sure she
was wondering if I was going to actually know how to pull
this off.
I was floating on a cloud! I had a date with a hot 510″
sexually active brunette that seemed to like me and actually
WANTED to go out with me!
Now what I didnt know is she set her sights on me early on.
She told the other girls that whenever they saw my van pull
onto the Jack In The Box lot, they were to tell her, then get
away from the drive-up window, or she promised to kick their
asses! I didnt stand a chance with her. She was gonna have
me, even if it took TELLING me to ask her out.
Well, Im excited but worried as Saturday approaches.
You see, Id caught clap from the young high school thing
I bedded several times, and had been having trouble getting
rid of it. (The doc neglected to tell me NOT to drink while
on antibiotics. He may have thought a 20 year old doesnt
drink, but I was a GI, and had no trouble getting alcohol.)
So, Im about to date a hot, horny, interested babe, and
I CANT HAVE SEX WITH HER!
I smoked cigarettes back in the day. I had two packs with
me as I took her to listen to music at a club, and I was chain
smoking. I finally finished the first pack, and I saw she
was relieved by that. That quickly changed when I broke
out the second pack. “Whats up with that???”
“Well, I need something to keep my hands busy.”
With that, she grabbed my right hand, and pulled it down,
holding it in her crotch. Oh, shit. Shes gonna want sex
from me. Tonight.
Is this surreal, or what? Oh, sure, NOW you or I would know
how to handle this in 2 or 3 ways that wouldnt spoil the momentum
of this budding relationship, but Im feeling cornered
and panicked. And people didn’t think to use condoms
so much back then.
Well, the music was fine, and we headed back to her grandparents
place where she was staying, and she wasnt ready for the
night to end. I had padding and carpeting in the back of my
van, and my sleeping bag. Yeah, I was pretty inept with women,
but I had been a Boy Scout, so I was prepared!
We made out forever in the back of my van. I tried to send her
off to bed, promising to come back in the morning, but she
wouldnt have it. I promised to park right there and sleep
on the street, but she wouldnt budge. Somewhere along
the way, she managed to get her clothes off and mine, and
were skin to skin in the sleeping bag, making out hot and
heavy.
Did I mention she modeled? She was part Cherokee, and a foxy
girl-next-door. Apparently, she’d even been in a
Playboy feature.
Well, were hot enough to catch fire, both of us leaking
all over each other, and shes rubbing all over my cock,
demanding I fuck her. I have to tell her about the clap. She
replied, nonchalantly, “That can be cured.”
I dont have a response for this! I give up! Im trying the
best I know how to be a good guy, but I give in, and fuck her
until the sun comes up. We drive up to the base, take her to
my barracks room, and fuck her some more. We sleep damn little,
only when exhaustion overtakes us, but were charged on
hormones and about all we want to do is fuck and suck.
Well, we did get out of the room to get something to eat, use
the latrine and shower. It was a fine, warm spring day, and
I took her to the base pool to go swimming. The pool was full
of GIs, their wives and kids. My buddies envy me no end. This
is the second girl Ive had in my barracks room, and none
of them have ever gotten one. Maybe Im not the loser I imagined,
but I dont have time to think that.
Sitting in the pool on the steps in the shallow end, making
out like crazy, we get all hot and bothered again. The hell
with going back to my room or anywhere else. Shes bewitched
me, and she wants to fuck me nonstop. So I pull our bathing
suits aside, slip my cock into her, and we discretely fuck
in public, no one the wiser!
Over the next 6 months, she and I fuck and suck every moment
we can. Wed sneak just out of site, wed do it in my van, wed
do it in the living room after her grandparents went to bed,
or take her grandmother to work, and go back home and screw.
During the first weekend, I asked her about birth control,
and she said she didnt have any. We soon discover shed
become preggers about 3 weeks earlier. I didnt care. I
thought I was in love, that we were a match made in heaven.
(Sex, youth and infatuation will make you believe anything.)
We got married for about a second and a half, she divorced
me, and we eventually became friends, occasionally writing
or talking.
I’m no longer the shy, inexperienced and innocent
nerd boy. Why Ive been blessed with so many opportunities,
sex partners, challenges, second (and third) chances
in life, I cant yet say.
Thank God, Im lots wiser and more discriminating these
days. But I have had tons of fun, wild sex, terrific adventures
of all kinds. Im thankful for all of it, but damn sure dont
wish to repeat lots of it, and wonder how I managed to come
through so much unscathed or without a bigger cost.
… At least I get to have better sex than ever these days,
with all I’ve learned and experienced!
