Re: The Ex-Files

*1st Love: We were 17...had been high school sweethearts, however because I'd been raised in parochial school until my junior year of high school, I was extremely out of the *game*. I didn't know what was going on when it came to sex nor what you did to/with a man or even what was supposed to happen with me!

We'd made-out alot in our junior year of high school. Nothing but second base though. Poor guy! My family moved to Minnesota in my senior year of high school, so we were hundreds of miles away from each other. Truly Pyramus and Thisbe.

He came to visit me in my freshman year at the U of Minnesota from the U of Indiana. I'd still not had sex/intimacy even at that point, however, I knew I was now ready ;-D

Sweet John...we went to visit his parents in Fort Wayne. They loved me dearly. The poor guy had waited nearly 3 years to get some action with me, and had been nothing but loving and patient.

It was a Sunday morning. His parents were off to church - we knew they wouldn't be back for at least an hour.

Well, we 'had at it'. Even though a virgin in most every respect (although I'd done some 'research' as to what was supposed to happen!), I clearly recall mid-coitus posing the question, "Are we doing it yet, John?". He was that small.

I knew little about the 'value' of penile measurements, and how that can potentially enhance the experience. Neither did I realize what a question like that could do to the psyche of an 18 year old man!

He assured me that indeed we were in fact "doing it", and the only memory I took away with me from that experience was that I felt I was still a virgin. There was NO blood, so I'm certain I must've remained in my pristine condition.


It wasn't until *Chuck* (sigh) that I discovered the O. Unless you want to count the shakey fat-busting machine (you all remember that machine that had the strap that you positioned around your hips to supposedly 'SHAKE' the fat off?). That machine was my orgasm #101 Intro. Tweet