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Confessions of Susan Confessions of Susan - Entry 9
Confessions of Susan Confessions of Susan - Entry 9
| Confessions of Susan - Entry 9 |
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| Written by Susan A. | |
| Saturday, 01 September 2007 | |
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I feel like I just stepped into Sex and the City. Ok, so maybe I don’t live in a city. And maybe I don’t have the great clothes and the hair and the apartment. Or the shoes. But, get this, I did have sex on a first date. I never knew it could feel so good to be so bad. So here’s what happened. The date started off innocently enough. After a few margaritas at Chiquita’s, the conversation flowed. We talked about our jobs. Our kids. A bit of local politics. The usual stuff. I thought things were going well. Then I asked Jerry why he and his wife broke up. And he dropped the bombshell. “Well …” he said slowly. “I think she didn’t like it that I wanted to have sex with guys.” “What!” I was stunned. “You like guys.” “Yes,” he said. “I like guys. But I like women too.” He asked me if it bothered me. “Um…” I hedged. I downed the rest of my mango margarita. I truly didn’t know what to say. Then I thought about it. I pictured him bending some tan, muscle-bound naked guy over a bed. And, to my surprise, it turned me on. “So … have you ever … um … acted on your .. um …” “Yes,” he said, “after my wife and I split four years ago. I actually had a relationship with a guy that lasted a year. But he didn’t like it that I also liked women. Go figure. Sometimes you just can’t win.” I swallowed hard. A million questions popped in my head. “But that was then and this is now. And now I’m looking at you,” he said slowly, looking me straight in the eye. “And I like what I see.” Okay, it was corny. But I fell for it. Hard. Five minutes later we were in his car, our mango-margarita lips locked. One thing led to another. And then there I was … in his apartment … marveling that his was only the second penis to ever be inside me (wrapped in a condom, of course). It was nice. Not quite as hot as it was making out in his car, but nice—if not a little strange. Billy was smooth as a baby’s bottom. But Jerry, now he was soft and furry. I couldn’t get enough of running my hands over his teddy bear chest. I never felt anything like it. Then he moved my hand south. I never felt anything like that either. As he throbbed in my hand all I could think was that this is one man who does not need a penis extender. I was excited, but truth be told, a little self-conscious. I’m in pretty decent shape, but no guy has ever seen me naked but Billy and my doctor. Would he notice the extra flab around my hips and thighs? Would he see that my right breast was slightly bigger than my left? And how does he feel about freckles? Hopefully, next time, if there is a next time (and I really, really hope there is) I can let go of my inhibitions a bit more. And maybe I will even have the guts to ask him some of the questions that keep running through my head about his, um, interesting history.
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