Adam

This is a story shared by a friend. All names have been changed to protect the guilty.

so....i'll take us back to the summer after my freshman year of college. my brother and i [i know i've told you bits of this before, but it's descriptive fluff that i'm enjoying including] had recently returned to the states after a stint in europe. we had been working at an u.s. university's european division performing various tasks such as running massive copiers to data entry to running the switchboards (and placing calls to saudi arabia). we worked with some interesting guys who were more or less living it up there. needless to say, it was an eye opener.

well....some of these guys that we worked with (they were all american, by the way) were known to smoke hash. i had no idea what the stuff was, just that it was taboo in my mind. but my aunt was the one who clued me in to their vice. she did so in relating slice of life tales that they had told her. there was an uncanny openness surrounding the situation and it made me comfortable.

i jump back to my hometown, later that summer. my friend chris (the kid who stole my love in first grade) and i were hanging out at a taco cabana, sipping melted margaritas. somehow, the subject of marijuana came up. i have no idea what possessed me. but i spoke up. "i think if some were offered, i'd try dope"

"i've got some in the car," replied chris, to my amazement. "wanna go?"

my love affair with the herb began. [oh...by the way...i'm adding this cuz it falls in the timeline, sorta, and i like the story] we drove out into the desert (about a 15 min. drive) and parked the car near some railroad tracks. chris pulled out a beautifully hand-carved stone bowl of the darkest green. i figured we'd be smoking from this. but no.

chris pulled out a surgical face mask attached to a long piece of tubing. (his parents, at the time, were independent dental supply sales reps.) this thing reminded me of getting knocked out during the removal of my tonsils at 4 years old. anyway....he plugged the bowl into the tube, said "hold this to your face and breathe," and sparked it up. lessons learned? peer pressure sucks ass...i sought out the weed and i made the conscious choice to smoke it. lesson two? if you're smoking for the first time, make sure you're in the hands of a professional.

right....that was pivotal-moment-in-my-life-numero-uno. that takes us to an evening later that summer in my bedroom. no...the meat of this tale is not served here! my future roommate, jack, our friend jim, and i were hanging out chatting. they were relating to me their tales from the summer and jack began to describe his many experiences with the ladies. he had been at a summer conference for the greek orthodox church. he had met many, many cuties and i do believe one of them was the girl
that...um....well....you know.........

so...jack and jim and i were laughing and joking, but the whole time, i kept thinking to myself. this has to be it . this is going to be my year. you see...only just that spring did i have my first real kiss. i don't count sexually harassing (as it would be seen today) hillary smith in the form of a kiss as my "first kiss." (although, it's taken a few years to come to that conclusion.) so i thought to myself, in true 19 year old fashion, "i'm gonna get laid."

boing! jump to october that year. dateline college somewhere in tx. i find myself sitting in the basement of the dorm. i was sitting on a couch in the 24 hour television lounge. here beside me was a girl, sobbing uncontrollably. before i knew it...she went down on me again.

ok......i skipped some stuff. let's go back a little bit. (and keep in mind that this is my first time.)

i had been enrolled in a geology course and as a result i met and befriended a girl in my lab. she and i would walk back toward the residence halls together after class. we'd joke, i'd make her laugh, and we got to know each other a little better. (i'm absolutely certain i'd recognize her simply by smell. her perfume was very distinct.)

anyway...she had a boyfriend. he was in the military and stationed somewhere else. that, to me, became a non-issue. i really was approaching this friendship as just that and nothing more. well, she and i went out one night to a (can you believe it?) taco cabana. we ate and chatted and got to know a little more about one another. she talked about her boyfriend and i talked about....well...i listened.

we went back to her room and sat up and chatted a bit more and then she changed into a different shirt. after that we walked back to my room and ended up lying on the lower bunk all night. all we did was talk. i knew that she had changed her shirt for one reason - to get my attention. she looked incredible in this shirt. it was white, and loose, yet form-fitting, made of some light, linen-like material. but i kept my distance, the entire time thinking "she has a boyfriend. what is she doing?"

nothing ever happened. nothing really went any further after that night either.

then october came.

i ended up joining her and her roommate and roommate's friend for an evening of party hopping. it was a saturday night and just the night before i had managed to piss her off. well...i really didn't drink much that night. and i can't say that she did either. what i do know is that she had taken a few pseudoephedrine (6, i believe) and from what i
understand this and alcohol are an interesting mix.

well...at some point in the evening we needed to stop for money. so she and i are sitting in the back seat of her roommate's "leCar" (remember those?). while her roommate and the friend are at the atm snatching cash, my geology buddy decides it's a good time to get really frisky. right there, in the car, she more or less starts molesting me! i mean....she had my shorts unzipped and was groping and getting really, really, REALLY affectionate.

luckily for my senses of morality and decency (such as they were at this point) she stopped her groping when the other two hopped back in the car. well....we all headed back to campus. (why we stopped for money, i don't know.) my friend and i ended up heading down to the basement lounge where we thought we'd find some privacy. ha.

there was some other couple actually watching the television. my friend and i sat toward the back of the room. and i'll be damned if she didn't continue to grope and fondle me! i didn't know what to do. it was way too stressful knowing that she had a boyfriend and i wasn't doing anything other than reminding her of this fact. she didn't seem to care. and she didn't seem to care that this other couple was only 5 feet in front of us.

well...the couple finally left. and that's when things got really interesting. heavy petting ensued and she did go down on me. this absolutely blew my mind. primarily because that was the last thing i had expected would happen that night. i think i mentioned her boyfriend again because, all of a sudden, she stopped and began to sob. she was distraught almost instantly, going on about how horrible she was and she couldn't believe what was going on. i comforted her and said don't worry. things
would be ok. i wasn't pushing for or expecting anything to continue. i mean, here beside me was a girl, sobbing uncontrollably. before i knew it...she went down on me again.

i guess i figured all bets were off. i just went with it. i tried to do my own petting, but she actually pushed me away. then she got up on top of me and pretty much started "going for it." we were kissing and groping. she was very aggressive. [side note: i like aggressive girls ;) ] she
asked me what i wanted. FIRST FUNNY HERE: i replied "i want to be inside you." what the fuck kind of line is that!? man...when i told my friends about that one...the railed me! then alice in chains went on to embarrass me even further by including that line in their track "down in a hole." (i think that's right)

anyway....so she starts getting a little friskier. she basically wanted to just start fucking right there on the couch! i couldn't believe it. we were in a public space, the window shades were open, and there had already been one couple in there that night! i refused to go further in there. so where did we go? the bathroom.

well...it turns out the bathroom had a lock, so i figured we were safe. we got in there, locked the door, and pretty much stripped off our shorts. she hopped up on the counter, i protected us, and she pulled me close. there was a little bit of movement and SECOND FUNNY HERE: i said "am i inside you?" i swear to god...i couldn't feel anything. and on top of that, i'd had a three hour hard-on. she'd had me going for that long. well, needless to say, our "romantic" interlude lasted, oh, about as long as it took you to read the subject heading of this e-mail.

god...that was almost ridiculous. there was pretty much no "cuddle" time. we said our goodnights and i walked home. and wouldn't you know it? i had blue-balls! ungh!

well....that's the story. one of the craziest i have, i guess. the mere fact that i lost my virginity in the basement bathroom of a women's dormitory speaks volumes. i don't think i'll share this one with the grandkids.