Unlike what everyone thought of me in Iowa, I left that small town a virgin. It wasn’t until I was twenty and after three months of dating a guy in Denver that I gave it up.
This did not go well mostly because sex was messed up in my head due to my mother’s antics, her f**k buddies trying it on with me and the boys in high school being jerks. Unfortunately, my boyfriend at the time was also young. He was very good-looking (definite Ten material, looks-wise, I would find out after giving him my virginity that he was more like a One Point Five otherwise). He’d also invested three months in his score and to say he was disappointed and insensitive would have been an understatement. He was pissed, he said some not very nice things while still in my bed, he left and I never heard from him again.
Needless to say, after that, I wasn’t fired up to jump in the sack again and it wasn’t until Destry that I gave it another go.
Destry was, at first, very patient and this was one of the reasons I stayed with him even though, most other times, he was a jerk. He was older than my first boyfriend and seemed to enjoy coaxing a response from me. Considering my first experience was shit, it took him even longer to get me into his bed (four and a half months). Once there, he again was patient, seemingly understanding and seemingly enjoyed being my teacher which was another reason why I stayed with him. I was hesitant to the point of shy but that didn’t mean I didn’t learn from Destry or enjoy what we did. I did. I just didn’t learn fast enough.
Therefore, he lost patience with being my teacher when my responses didn’t satisfy him or I wasn’t up for trying new things that made me uncomfortable.
He broke up with me before he broke through.
After that, I never thought about it much. It wasn’t that sex freaked me out it was just that I didn’t have anyone in my life so I didn’t need to think about it.
It was now I knew why my responses to Destry weren’t satisfactory.
Because Destry was not only not a good teacher, he was shit in bed.
And I knew this because Mitch was not shit in bed. Mitch was gentle and intuitive. Mitch didn’t put effort into sex, he just naturally guided the flow and where he guided it was freaking sensational.
Which meant he didn’t even have to try to teach me. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to try. With Mitch guiding me, obviously, it came effortlessly and I knew this because I came effortlessly.
Twice.
Twice!
All this meant what we just shared was amazing. It was beautiful. And it was perfect.
It was so amazing, beautiful and perfect, for the first time in my life, I got stuck in the real world, stuck in Mitch’s World. I liked it there a whole lot so I closed my eyes and grinned.
Then my eyes flew open and my grin faded.
My first boyfriend, I made him wait three months. Destry, four and a half.
Mitch…
I counted it down.
Oh God!
We’d only had our first bona fide, official date the night before.
And I’d given it up the next day!
Ohmigod!
Despair surged through me, washing out my after great sex with Mitch glow and I heard the toilet flush as I rolled, reached and tagged my nightie off the floor. I was sitting up and struggling with pulling it on when I felt the bed move because Mitch was climbing in it.
Oh God.
I had my back to him and was pulling my nightie down to my waist when his arm hooked around that waist and I was going backwards.
I collided with the hard wall of his chest, his mouth went to my ear and he fell to the side, taking me with him while saying, “Waste of time, sweetheart. I got the day off, Penny’s takin’ the kids to school. We have until we pick them up to have fun and we’re gonna take that time to have fun and, as cute as that nightie is, it no longer factors.” We’d hit the mattress and pillows and his other arm curved around me, his teeth nipped my shoulder gently before his face went back into my neck and he finished, “Though, I’ll let you have oatmeal to keep up your stamina but if you have to eat it wearin’ somethin’, you wear my shirt.”
Belly whoosh.
“Mitch –”
“Also, you gotta know, we’re eatin’ it in bed.”
Belly whoosh part two!
Shit.
“Mitch!”
He slid away, rolled me to my back and then slid right back in, smiling down at me.
God, he was beautiful.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m not easy,” I declared, his smile faded a little and he blinked.
Then he repeated, “What?”
“I’m not easy,” I also repeated. “I know it seems that way since we had our first date last night and we, uh…did it just now but I’m not easy. I’ve had two lovers. The first, we dated for three months before, um…you know…and with Destry, since the other guy was kind of, um…a jerk, we dated for four and a half. I don’t know what happened with us but you need to know, I’m not easy.”
Mitch was up on a forearm and his other arm was across me, hand resting on the bed and he didn’t move nor did his eyes move from me even after I stopped talking.
So I kept talking and to show I was sincere, I lifted a hand, placed it on his chest and got up on the other elbow before I whispered, “I need you to know that.”
He said nothing and didn’t move.
“It’s important you know that,” I kept going.
Not a move, not a noise. His eyes were on me and he looked like he was thinking. About what, I had no clue since he was doing it without speaking but whatever it was, it was important.
But so was what I was saying so my hand slid up to his neck and my fingers curled around and, still whispering, I semi-repeated, “It’s important.”
Finally, he spoke and when he did it was to say, “Sweetheart, shut up.”
I blinked.
Then I asked, “What?”
“Shut up.”
“Shut up?”
“Yeah.”
I felt my brows draw together. “I’m telling you something important to me and you’re telling me to shut up?”
“Yeah.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out because Mitch finally moved. And how he moved was both his arms locked around me, he rolled to his back, me going with him then sat up so I was again forced to straddle him. His arms unlocked only for one to clamp low on my h*ps and the other one to glide up so his fingers were wrapped around the back of my neck with three of them up in my hair and he tilted my face down to his.
Then he spoke.
“Okay, I gotta get this right so it penetrates without you twisting it like somehow you managed to twist it in your head that I’d think for one f**kin’ second you’re easy, so here we go.”
This did not go well mostly because sex was messed up in my head due to my mother’s antics, her f**k buddies trying it on with me and the boys in high school being jerks. Unfortunately, my boyfriend at the time was also young. He was very good-looking (definite Ten material, looks-wise, I would find out after giving him my virginity that he was more like a One Point Five otherwise). He’d also invested three months in his score and to say he was disappointed and insensitive would have been an understatement. He was pissed, he said some not very nice things while still in my bed, he left and I never heard from him again.
Needless to say, after that, I wasn’t fired up to jump in the sack again and it wasn’t until Destry that I gave it another go.
Destry was, at first, very patient and this was one of the reasons I stayed with him even though, most other times, he was a jerk. He was older than my first boyfriend and seemed to enjoy coaxing a response from me. Considering my first experience was shit, it took him even longer to get me into his bed (four and a half months). Once there, he again was patient, seemingly understanding and seemingly enjoyed being my teacher which was another reason why I stayed with him. I was hesitant to the point of shy but that didn’t mean I didn’t learn from Destry or enjoy what we did. I did. I just didn’t learn fast enough.
Therefore, he lost patience with being my teacher when my responses didn’t satisfy him or I wasn’t up for trying new things that made me uncomfortable.
He broke up with me before he broke through.
After that, I never thought about it much. It wasn’t that sex freaked me out it was just that I didn’t have anyone in my life so I didn’t need to think about it.
It was now I knew why my responses to Destry weren’t satisfactory.
Because Destry was not only not a good teacher, he was shit in bed.
And I knew this because Mitch was not shit in bed. Mitch was gentle and intuitive. Mitch didn’t put effort into sex, he just naturally guided the flow and where he guided it was freaking sensational.
Which meant he didn’t even have to try to teach me. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to try. With Mitch guiding me, obviously, it came effortlessly and I knew this because I came effortlessly.
Twice.
Twice!
All this meant what we just shared was amazing. It was beautiful. And it was perfect.
It was so amazing, beautiful and perfect, for the first time in my life, I got stuck in the real world, stuck in Mitch’s World. I liked it there a whole lot so I closed my eyes and grinned.
Then my eyes flew open and my grin faded.
My first boyfriend, I made him wait three months. Destry, four and a half.
Mitch…
I counted it down.
Oh God!
We’d only had our first bona fide, official date the night before.
And I’d given it up the next day!
Ohmigod!
Despair surged through me, washing out my after great sex with Mitch glow and I heard the toilet flush as I rolled, reached and tagged my nightie off the floor. I was sitting up and struggling with pulling it on when I felt the bed move because Mitch was climbing in it.
Oh God.
I had my back to him and was pulling my nightie down to my waist when his arm hooked around that waist and I was going backwards.
I collided with the hard wall of his chest, his mouth went to my ear and he fell to the side, taking me with him while saying, “Waste of time, sweetheart. I got the day off, Penny’s takin’ the kids to school. We have until we pick them up to have fun and we’re gonna take that time to have fun and, as cute as that nightie is, it no longer factors.” We’d hit the mattress and pillows and his other arm curved around me, his teeth nipped my shoulder gently before his face went back into my neck and he finished, “Though, I’ll let you have oatmeal to keep up your stamina but if you have to eat it wearin’ somethin’, you wear my shirt.”
Belly whoosh.
“Mitch –”
“Also, you gotta know, we’re eatin’ it in bed.”
Belly whoosh part two!
Shit.
“Mitch!”
He slid away, rolled me to my back and then slid right back in, smiling down at me.
God, he was beautiful.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m not easy,” I declared, his smile faded a little and he blinked.
Then he repeated, “What?”
“I’m not easy,” I also repeated. “I know it seems that way since we had our first date last night and we, uh…did it just now but I’m not easy. I’ve had two lovers. The first, we dated for three months before, um…you know…and with Destry, since the other guy was kind of, um…a jerk, we dated for four and a half. I don’t know what happened with us but you need to know, I’m not easy.”
Mitch was up on a forearm and his other arm was across me, hand resting on the bed and he didn’t move nor did his eyes move from me even after I stopped talking.
So I kept talking and to show I was sincere, I lifted a hand, placed it on his chest and got up on the other elbow before I whispered, “I need you to know that.”
He said nothing and didn’t move.
“It’s important you know that,” I kept going.
Not a move, not a noise. His eyes were on me and he looked like he was thinking. About what, I had no clue since he was doing it without speaking but whatever it was, it was important.
But so was what I was saying so my hand slid up to his neck and my fingers curled around and, still whispering, I semi-repeated, “It’s important.”
Finally, he spoke and when he did it was to say, “Sweetheart, shut up.”
I blinked.
Then I asked, “What?”
“Shut up.”
“Shut up?”
“Yeah.”
I felt my brows draw together. “I’m telling you something important to me and you’re telling me to shut up?”
“Yeah.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out because Mitch finally moved. And how he moved was both his arms locked around me, he rolled to his back, me going with him then sat up so I was again forced to straddle him. His arms unlocked only for one to clamp low on my h*ps and the other one to glide up so his fingers were wrapped around the back of my neck with three of them up in my hair and he tilted my face down to his.
Then he spoke.
“Okay, I gotta get this right so it penetrates without you twisting it like somehow you managed to twist it in your head that I’d think for one f**kin’ second you’re easy, so here we go.”
