The first time, and near misses....
That’s right. Do I know what my readers want or what. The girl: Shannon, a beautiful native American girl that had recently migrated to my home town from Waukesha, Wisconsin.
We met at Hardee’s where we both performed slave labor at like six bucks an hour (yes I’ll admit it, I worked there). It was the typical young love story. I did everything short of pulling her hair to get attention but didn’t have the guts to ask her out. Being that she was knew in town my competition was pretty light. It was between me and Dave, my best friend at the time. As I later learned that Shannon was prepared to say yes to whichever one of us asked first, I must credit my success to Hardee’s for paying us so little. Me and Dave often went after the same girls so we had to develop a set of ground rules so as not to end up killing each other. The first and main rule was simple. All girls are free game until the other one of us has kissed them. That way even if one of us went out with a girl and the date was a complete bust the other could just jump in and take over. No hard feelings. The rest of the rules all applied to ex-girlfriends so I won’t bore you with them.
This particular girl, though, was special. She was so pretty and had such an amazing body that we were both a little intimidated and needed a little motivation to get us to risk the incredible humiliation (self inflicted) of being shot down. Considering the fact that we both worked at Hardee’s and were incredibly poor twenty dollars about covered it. Think of it, the winner gets to bring home twenty dollars and a gorgeous girl, who could resist that offer?
Luckily I had Shannon’s work schedule and was able to beat Dave to the punch. I asked her out to a party that night. The party was a total bore but since Dave was there I had to keep her at my side all night. We mostly just drank and talked. I told her stories about my life up to that point and listened with genuine interest when she told me stories about Wisconsin life. We actually had a pretty good time despite the lack of action, however there were times when I actually wondered if she knew this was a date.
Then came the end of the night. I drove up to her apartment and parked in the driveway. We talked for a minute or two and then she just jumped out of the car and ran for the door. I just sat there for a moment, watching her run away, wondering whether to take that as a sign of no interest in ever seeing me again, or if she was just a bit overly nervous. I knew I would never be able to work up the courage to ask her out again if I let things end this way. Just as she opened her door I yelled after her. I saw her mom, who I was deathly afraid of due to a previous incident (she was a big old Indian lady), peeking out the window. She slowly came walking back and in a confused voice asked “what?”. I led her around to the back of the car and opened the trunk so as to block her mothers view, and surprised her with a kiss. She didn’t pull away, and my confidence returned. It was one of those perfect long goodnight kisses that I knew neither of us would soon forget.
I collected my twenty and used it to take her out again, just the two of us. The whole night we were all over each other but seeing as neither of us had our own places, and the police in that town don’t believe in privacy, we had to work our frustrations elsewhere. On our fourth or fifth date we went to a party and spent the evening discussing sex. Always an interesting conversation piece but when your not getting any it only adds to the frustration. I lied to her and told her that I wasn’t a virgin, I guess because I had learned never to show a girl that I had any insecurities.
That night when I pulled up to her apartment complex she told me to park over on the other side of the building. Now I know what you’re going to say, but I honestly believed that maybe she was just going to invite me in. She began digging through her purse. Seeing as how I had just lit a cigarette I assumed she was going for the same thing. To this day I wish a camera had been on us. I would love to see the expression on my own face when I realized that she had just handed me a condom and was proceeding to slide her underwear off from underneath her dress. I remember thinking “I am going to have sex!!!” Instinct took over and I pulled her to me and began kissing her.
She refocused her attention on the removal of my pants when I caught a glimpse of a light out of the corner of my eye. They were headlights. A family must have just returned home from a road trip. The two adults were unloading the trunk while a little boy was chasing a little girl around the driveway with a ray gun. Whenever I tell this story, people tell me that’s a turn on. The possibility of getting caught. Not for me. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that some girl is trying to yank my pants off. I don’t have any memory of what I said to Shannon but I do remember that she was pissed.
Waking up the next morning I felt worse than any hangover I could have ever had. I wondered what I should do next. I was sure it was over between me and Shannon. I didn’t have the slightest clue what to say to my friends. And I sure as hell couldn’t sit home with my parents. I drove to a park and smoked about half a pack of cigarettes before I decided to see if I at least had a chance to fix things with Shannon. She invited me in and to my surprise acted as the previous night had never happened. Could it be that she had looked past our urges and actually agreed with me? Maybe I was making to big of a deal out of all this. I wanted to talk to her about it but first of all I couldn’t think of a way to bring up. The only thing I had managed to ask her was how she was doing, to which she replied “frustrated.” Secondly, her mom, and her younger cousin Windy Dawn, and all of her little friends were there. It was a small apartment and there was no getting away from them.
Finally Shannon stood up and invited me out for a cigarette. She grabbed a key for the little storage shack out behind the apartment building. She opened the door and all but threw me in. It was completely pitch black and I had no idea where Shannon was. I quietly said her name but there was no answer. For a moment I wondered if she hadn’t locked me in there. I couldn’t have even found the door if I needed to. Suddenly I felt her hands on my waist. She gave me a full kiss on the lips and before I knew what was going on she was going down on me. This wasn’t my first blow job but there was something that was just so intense about both the situation and the girl. I am rarely surprised by anything. I can honestly say that this was the most erotic situation that I have ever been in (just don’t tell anyone that I’m currently dating).
What happened next is echoed in my nightmares to this day. The sound of the patio door opening. Little Windy Dawns voice breaking the silence. Where’s Shannon and Tim?
Shannon’s mom’s voice. “I bet they’re in the storage room there. I have a spare key in my purse. I’ll go get it for you.” Shannon disappeared into the darkness again. I just stood there, drawers around my ankles, with absolutely no clue what to do. I heard Shannon a foot or two away “are you ready?”.
“Uh, no, for what?” Hey, what can I say, I was young and dumb. I corrected myself and we came out, went back inside, and just started watching tv. I sat there oblivious to the flashing sounds and images emanating from the tv. I wondered what the hell just happened. I wondered why, if her mom knew what we were doing (I mean after all there is no light in that room) why she didn’t kick the door down and beat the hell out of me. I later learned that Shannon’s mom is an amazing woman. I remember giving me a funny smile and then getting up and walking back into her bedroom. Shannon turned to me and with a smile asked “so, how are you doing?” She stood up and began walking toward the kitchen when I answered “frustrated.” I’ll never forget it. She stopped dead in her tracks smiled and said “good”, and continued to the kitchen without looking back. Once again there wasn’t a word in my head that I could muster together.
In case you’re wondering when I got the chance I unlocked her bedroom window. That night I snuck into her room, woke her up, and lost my virginity. A year and a half later we were in the car discussing those earlier days when she told me that she wished I had been a virgin. Her fantasy all along had been to take a virgin and train him in. I came clean but it was too late. I was already trained in. My advice for guys - even if your not a virgin, lie and say that you are, just because that sounds like so much fun! My advice for girls - it’s not how soon you do, or do not have sex that keeps guys around. It is the mystery that differentiates between romance and meaningless sex.