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So here I was having sex for the first time and loving every minute of it. Literally. I may have lasted 90 seconds, tops. It was the best feeling I’d ever had, being inside Betty, and I didn’t want it to end.
Before I “finished,” however, Betty started crying. Yes, crying. Now, you might think that something like that would put a guy off, maybe make him wonder what the hell was going on. I did ask if she was okay; I’m not that big an asshole. She said she was and I was feeling so good that that was enough for me to keep on going.
Then she said, “Karl, you’re not going to leave me?”
In and out and in and out and in and out oh my God I’m having sex and in and out
“No, I’m not.”
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”
In and out and holy shit I’m gonna cum and in and out and in and out
“I can’t promise you that.”
“Please! Just promise me!”
oh my god oh my god oh my god this is so fucking good and in and out and in
“I can’t do that, baby.” Even in my state of ecstasy I knew that the words “promise” and “never” were very dangerous when located within the same sentence.
And she’s crying but oh my god I’m cumming and - “Unhhhhh!”
I continued making love to her for a good 25 seconds or so before I stopped and then I was kissing her, but she was still crying. She indicated that I could withdraw and lay down next to her. I was breathing hard and heavy, as was she, and I knew it’d take me at least five more minutes before I’d be ready to try that again. And I DID want to try it again. And again.
We cuddled for a few minutes and then she got up to use the bathroom. When I heard the shower start, I knew she wasn’t coming back for another round. Dammit. I remember the smell of our sex, even to this day. And I remember touching my dick and our juices and bringing my fingers up to my nose to smell her more deeply. Awesome.
Then Betty was standing before me wrapped in a towel and said it was my turn. Huh? You want me to wash this OFF? But apparently that’s what you did after sex - you took a shower. So that’s what I did.
While I showered I ran through those magical 90 seconds over and over again. I had SEX! Yes! No more would I have to wonder what it felt like. It felt fantastic. How could I not have done this before?
I was in a heightened state of bliss, that’s for sure. But I also kept going back to Betty’s request in the heat of passion: Promise me you’ll never leave me. It annoyed me. It seemed in a way like some sort of trick. Trying to get me to promise something like that while I’m near orgasm, when I’ll likely agree to anything?
We kissed more after I got dressed again, told each other “I love you,” and I was out of there because her mother was due home from work. I went back to my trailer, where I was living with my buddy, Fred, and told him all about it. He was happy for me, but shared my concern over her demands for promises. The timing was very suspicious. I don’t think he was a big fan of Betty’s, anyway.
And the truth is, things went downhill really fast from there. Betty became increasingly jealous and insecure, despite my assurances that I loved her. She became incredibly scrutinizing over my friendship with Wendy and I was not about to end that friendship. Nothing had happened with Wendy and I, and nothing was GOING to happen. But that wasn’t satisfactory to Betty. She kept drilling me over and over, sure that something was going on there.
Within a week of our making love, the relationship was over. She hung up on me. TWICE. And I’d specifically told her long before that, that if she ever wanted to piss me off, all she had to do was hang up on me. I HATE that. And because she did it deliberately twice in a row, that was it. I was done.
I was tired of all the questions, of all the ridicule, of all the demands to end my friendship with Wendy. Nothing was worth that bullshit. I refused to answer all of her phone calls, even at the radio station.
We didn’t talk for quite a while after that. She waited several months and then caught me off guard at work, when she called me during a really bad day. We only talked for a few minutes. The NEXT time she called me, she’d somehow gotten my new phone number at my new apartment. And at that point, Wendy and I HAD kissed, but nothing ever came of it.
Years later, I went “home” to Alamogordo for my 10-year high school reunion. I saw Betty in church. I’d heard she was married and had children. She about fainted when she saw me in one of the pews. We hugged and talked after the service and she introduced me to her husband, who said, “So you’re Karl.”
I didn’t know what to make of that. Clearly, she’d talked about me. I was entirely over our breakup 10 years prior, not mad in any way. In fact, I was greatly at peace with it all and I chalked it up to being young and stupid.
When Betty and I met for lunch later that week, she told me she’d never gotten over me. I was the best she’d ever had. Never had a man brought her such pleasure. All of this was very surprising to me, and very flattering. Then she began describing how bad her marriage was, and I knew I needed to get out of there.
I saw her again 10 years later at the NEXT reunion and we hooked up for breakfast. Same story. It made me sad that she was in a loveless marriage. She made it clear that she wanted to go back to my hotel room, but I wasn’t having any of that. If she’d caught me right after my divorce 14 years earlier, it would have been a totally different deal. But I’d since picked up morals and scruples and all those other things that have kept my dick more dry than wet over the years.
Still, I’ll always have a special place in my heart for her. She was my first real love. My first time. I’ll never forget that.
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25 Responses to “Shockinawe, Part Threux, Conclusion”
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great story, karl.
It was a great story. That photo is hotter though.
I always find it interesting when men don’t have “perfect” first times. I mean, a lot of men would have been so into their dick that a woman asking for promises wouldn’t have meant anything nor would they even remember it umpteen years later. Obviously, it bothered you. I like that about you.
I feel sad for her. Not that she didn’t end up with you, but because she seems sad, like you said. Hopefully she has figured her life out now and is at peace. I totally think it sucks that she threw that on you in those very intense moments.
You look like a bad boy in that picture.
Awesome story. Very well told. Sad to hear Betty never found true pleasure and all of the happiness and good feelings that goes with that pleasure.
You have some cool pics of you in your previous years (as I like to refer to them as).
Your hair in these pictures is killing me.
Seriously.
*thunk* Dies.
Um, what’s on your shirt? I spent a good 10 minutes (not really) trying to figure out what band that is, or if it’s even a band tee.
What a great story. Sad for Betty. Good that you grew scruples.
And HEE! LOVE that hair!
What a shame for Betty but it sounds like she had a lot of issues that probably went way beyond a loveless marriage. Good for you for sticking to what was the right thing to do.
Loving the hair in that picture…such a cutie!
I love this story…tragic and sad for her, but secretly, I have always wanted to be told by ex’s that “I” was the “One” that they couldn’t get over.
don’t we all have that little dream? LOL–maybe I am twisted in that way.
That had to give you some kind of good feeling.
Great piece of writing Karl.
Great story Karl.
Where were you when I was in college eh?
Shelli - Total badass. *cough cough*
Martymankins - It’s strange, pretty much all of my years are previous.
Adena - The Eagles “Hell Freezes Over” tour.
Miss Anne - That was the reunion where I won the “Most Changed Male Award” AND the “Sexiest Male Award.” Still boggles my mind.
Lisa - Yeah, gets me sad, too. We exchange email every so often now.
Nat - Mmm, not sure. When were you in college?
Wait, you go to church?
I had a friend just like that! She would personify the “poor me” to every guy she dated. She was a master manipulator too. Y’know what she is doing now? On welfare with 6 kids by three husbands. I am not saying that your Betty is like that but what you described is the “Betty” I grew up with.
Mindy - Yeah, Betty isn’t like that. She works and is a really good mom.
Beautiful story. I’m not sure I could so artfully write of my first time. Of course my first time was with a man who later became my ex-husband so…
And yet I will never forget my first time nor him, my first love, either.
That’s quite a story! I wanted to wait for all three parts before commenting. It definitely seemed like Betty was going to go downhill from the beginning, and I’m sad to see that it was just like I thought.
I’m impressed that you kept from making dangerous promises in your ecstatic state. Sincere men are sometimes so hard to find.
Uh, by the way, you’re supposed to shower AFTER sex? Um . . . I find the shower often RESULTS in sex. Clearly I’m doing things backwards.
I love that even in the middle of everything you didn’t want to make promises you couldn’t keep. You are an amazing guy!
I am also digging that picture. I love when you share them!
Great story! See, even when you were a bad boy, you still had your inner nice guy.
You do look hawt in that photo.