《Oral Sex》9: WANTED: Overnight Meaningful Relationship
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I had a bumper sticker posted in the back window of my Porsche Targa. It read "Wanted: Overnight Meaningful Relationship!" I'm sure I didn't know then how prophetic those words would be but...
The next few years are sort of a blur. My life as a sexual being was gaining momentum. I was becoming more and more self-confident with each trip to Hollywood. You might say I was "ramping up!"
Needless to say, even though Morgan and I were not playin' as much as we could have, I did have my fair share of one night stands and very short relationships. Interestingly enough though, I don't have a single regret about those. Each person I was intimate with, whether it be one time or over the course of a few days or weeks, was an experience that I am happy for - if not grateful.
The next stories I'm going to share will be about those short but sweet lovers...
My first love was a boy named Greg and we were boyfriend and girlfriend during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. We never had sex because I was too young of course. (age 13) Even though he left me for a girl who would "put out", we always stayed good friends. As we got older we would talk about getting together just to make sure we hadn't missed anything. We were mostly joking...
Greg showed up on my doorstep one night. We hadn't seen each other in several years. He had gotten married and had a daughter. I had been to Pepperdine and back by then. I hadn't actually dated men since I was 16!
I opened the door and he said, "Hi. I just got off work. It's my birthday and I couldn't think of anybody I'd rather spend it with than you." I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. We went to three different bars in Long Beach that night, closing each one before moving on to the next. We had a great time! He told me his wife had left him but he was ok. We reminisced and laughed about the first time he realized my 'best friend' Sarina and I didn't fight like we were just friends! We talked about his new apartment that he was sharing with Robbie - the boy from down the block who always screamed like a girl.
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Around 3am we were back at my house. Still having a great time, we were looking through our old yearbook while sitting on my stairs. Just then Greg said, "Hey, I was gonna show you my new apartment!" "That's right. You were!" I said as I got up from the stairs and walked back out to his car. When we got to his apartment and walked thru the door, Greg shut the door behind me and without a word walked straight down to the end of the hall and into his bedroom. (So much for a tour of the place!) I followed him in and as he started taking off his clothes, I shut the door behind me and said, "Greg, after all these years, are we really gonna have sex now?"
He said, "I don't know. Are we?"
I stood there for about 3 seconds before I started taking my clothes off. "I guess we are."
When we were done I made him get up and take me home. We had wondered if we'd missed anything all those years... now we knew. I didn't call him. He didn't call me. It was fine. I knew neither of us had anything to say.
About a year later, my girlfriend and I were driving home from the mountains and, knowing my parents were out of town, decided to stay the night at their house instead of driving all the way home. Much to our dismay, my baby sister had come home from prep school with half her classmates in tow, to have a party! Surprise! Those little gremlins were practically swinging from the chandeliers! So, exhausted as I was, I still tried to explain to my sister the importance of being a good hostess and not just partying with the rest of the partygoers... it was our parents house after all!
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Just then I saw Greg. He was wasted! - Now this is the reason I've chosen to tell you this story! - He walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulders. He leaned in to talk to me but yelled what he has to say anyway. (Drunk!)
"Do you remember the last time we saw each other? You know on my birthday?"
"Yes, I remember." I said smiling.
"Well... I always thought it would be like Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins in Blue Lagoon. You know?"
I smiled and said, "Yeah Greg. I know."
"and it wasn't.. you know?
"Yeah Greg, I know" I said, laughing out loud now!
"Well" he said, "I just thought that maybe we could try it again sometime."
" Well"... I said, "maybe. But not today. And off I went to bed!
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