Gimme Some Sugar, Baby, Part IV

My senior year of high school, and most of my first year of college, consisted of those meaningless one night stands.  Sex was still new to me, but I learned early how to separate my heart from my cunt.  The first one night stand that knocked me down for the count ended up being the first man I ever loved.  We flirted and teased each other all throughout my senior year, the anticipation had built up immensely and we finally slept together for the first time the night before I moved away to college.  I had just turned 18.

I was torn up over him for two years.  Two years that were sprinkled with random meetings between us where we would hang out and we would fuck.  I did my best to get involved with and/or sleep with other men just to forget about him.  It took two years for him to realize how much he truly did care for me and we began building a life together the summer I graduated college.  What had started out as physical attraction turned into an emotional connection and the sex got better before it got worse.  We loved and learned about each others' bodies, he was the first guy I was comfortable enough with to let my guard down completely, and he was the first one to ever give me an orgasm.

The relationship lasted five years, which, in your early twenties, is equal to a lifetime.  Unfortunately, towards the end of the fifth year, the ship started sinking, and I bailed.

To be continued...