About the one I wasn't ready for who taught me what every woman should know before it is too late. It was a three month whirlwind of lessons on shoulda, woulda and coulda. A definite crash course on what I never knew, and what every woman deserves to. He was a walking Cliff Notes or cheat code, that if you didn't know you needed, you knew after meeting him. So yeah he ruined me, in the very best way. An eye opener that shatters the myth that ignorance is bliss, and I wish him the very best, and on any woman. Still looking, but I now know what for.
He was gorgeous, sweet and always the perfect gentleman, boring I know right. He was also from the same side of the tracks as I, and everybody was trying to escape that. Like me, he spent a lot of time trying to fit the square peg in the round hole and traveled to the "right" side of the tracks to rub elbows with those we thought we wanted to emulate. You know the saying, surround yourself with people you admire, well what did we know? We didn't even have grass on our side of the tracks, so obviously the grass was greener, but in hindsight, a lot of it was also that fake bourgeois turf and even if not, would never be ours. So we never really had a chance back then, because we were too busy hustling than being present; but there was a period for about three months were I dropped my guard and allowed him in, and yeah, he ruined me.
Of course he didn't ever mean to, he was just trying to survive like I, in a world we never asked for, plus he was inherently sweet and innocent, boring remember, so I thought. I mean he carried himself with confidence, and some would say even cockiness, but if you took the time, you'd know him to be humble and sincere. People respected him and even feared him because of some of the hard people he knew and grew up with in the hood. Every girl "liked" him, but like I said, nobody was looking to settle on our side of the tracks. He made it known to me that he had always been infatuated with me and crushed on me since he use to see me at the bus stop when we both use to bus, or like him, walk a couple miles each day just to be in a school that our parents thought would help us to get on the other side of those tracks. I blew him off and not because I wasn't curious af, but because I thought watering my own grass was a waste of time, until.
One evening, we each found ourselves the third wheels of our privileged group of friends whom were trying to hook up, and they used us as "wingmen" to keep eachother entertained. So I said to myself, I can slum it for a night, I mean he is gorgeous, nice and safe; plus I knew he liked me and we could keep it on the down-low. Did I mention he was so f'n sweet? He was killing me with all his compliments and confessions about how he always crushed on me and never thought he had a chance; we both knew, he never really did. So while our friends went into the giant beautiful home on the water to play house, they left us out on the porch like the couple dogs we were; people never really appreciate a dog's love and take advantage because they didn't know that dogs were put here to teach us what unconditional love is, but we too were young and dumb. So we both said fuck it, and made a pact to keep it on the down-low and make the most of our time.
Did I mention he was a varsity athlete in wrestling, swimming and diving, track and field? He was built like it too. All muscle and very lean because he was poor and couldn't afford the steroids that were required to further yours ambitions back then. He was hard too, not that kind you durty bird, well yet, but I mean the kind of hard that you'd expect in the hood. His dad was very rough on him, and he grew up the only white kid in the hood and had to earn his stripes, and they all called him crazy white boy, because he was fearless when it came to defending himself and others, plus his dad taught him way too early how to take a beating, and once you could, what we there to be afraid of? So we eventually let our guards down and spinned the bottle if you will. And his kiss was oddly humble but also so confident. He seemed to be intuitive about what I didn't know I wanted and how. I had already agreed to throw him a bone, but I never imagined the one he was about to throw back. Let the ruining commence.
My curiosity guided my hand to his package, and what do you know, he was actually crushing very hard. We had made our way into the pool house, where there was more furniture than either of us had in our homes, and found ourselves necking on the couch. Back then our jeans left nothing to the imagination, and we nearly set fire to ourselves by just grinding each other through them. Surprisingly he was like Houdini, and had my breasts out, my button fly half undone and we were both so hot and bothered, we had to disrobe ourselves, because even though our jeans weren't as hard to remove as they were to put on, even the best magician wouldn't be able to do so without help. He did help me with mine as he literally peeled me like a banana, and we both took a moment to admire each other, until I had to pull him down on top of me because I became oddly insecure under his admiring gaze. I just wasn't used to being looked at like I was more than just a pretty face and body. He really saw me and I wasn't ready for that; anyways his appreciation showed in more ways than one. His cock was calling me, and I had to pickup and answer.
We kissed like a couple in heat and the bumping and grinding got dangerously close to breaking an entering, when he asked if he could taste me. I was suddenly insecure again and tried to ignore his question and told him that I wanted him inside me, but he wasn't listening. He hungry kisses all over my body had erased my mind, and I forgot I was insecure about him going down on me until he was already down on me. It didn't even register to me that I even should be insecure because of all his happy sounds and the way his gifted tongue wiped my mind dirty. I never had a guy make love to me with his mouth the way he did, and maybe that is why I wasn't initially a fan, but he ruined me on that for sure. Back then we still had hair down there, and he sure wasn't letting that slow him down. He kissed my nether lips with the same passion he kissed the ones on my face, and left all my lips plump with blood and wanting more. I was about to cum, and that made me self-conscious again because it felt like I was going to pee myself and we couldn't have that, little did I know. So I pulled him up my body like a manic cat, and literally had to claw him away from between my thighs, and I kissed his gifted lips, and was so turned on and pleasantly relieved by how good I tasted on him. I pleaded with him to make love to me, once again, not understanding the weight of those words. He paused to grab a rubber from his jeans, but I told him that I was on the pill and wanted to feel him, and he was eighteen and wasn't about to argue. I wrapped my hand around his thick cock that could cut diamonds, and guided him through my pulsing doors.
Again I think I would have normally been embarrassed about being so wet, but I couldn't recall being so aroused before then. He took his time breaking into be, and that too was sweet and something I wasn't use to. Most guys thought that it had to be hard and fast, but he wanted to take his time and ruin me with his beautiful cock too; check. He seemed to be intuitive about everything about my body, and I honestly think he was a female in past lives. He knew how, where and when to drive stick and it showed, and not only between my legs, he looked deep into my eyes if he weren't kissing my puckered peaks, running his strong hands in my hairs, which I or all the hair product, wouldn't normally permit; he was like an octopus finding and teaching me about all the other erogenous zones on my body I didn't know I had. There was none of that slam, bam; thank you, mam, and I eventually found myself shamelessly begging to be put down because it was all too much to hold back. He was like an orchestra conductor with his magic wand bringing me up and keeping me there and he taught me the fine art of edging, and microdosing orgasms, and even he could have multiple, which was very rare for any man, muchless one his age. I finally asked him to please cum, because I had all could stands, and I couldn't stands no more. He then put it into overdrive, and he actually asked me to cum on his cock, which made me cum even harder, and I screamed like a banshee, and nearly made him bleed with my nails in his back. He ignored that pain and joined me in the same. It was really so beautiful because we never broke eye contact, and his beautiful blue eyes were telling me more than either of us were ready to know. I like to think then that we both ruined each other.
But we were young and dumb after all. We both were blinded by our situations and conditioning, and refused to remain present even with each other. We maintained our down-low relationship, and he taught me more about myself that I couldn't digest until it was too late. He eventually deployed in the military, always running from his hard home life, and I too had to continue my own hard lessons my way, but I never forgot the ones he taught me. Every guy since him has a very high bar to meet, and it wasn't a conscious thing I was doing. I just knew better, and finally wanted better for myself. It's incredibly hard to find good men; but I can attest that they do exist, and find myself very lucky to know better. Some women never find that kind of love, or can never break free of their conditioning, but I for one, will be eternally grateful for being ruined so perfectly by this kind kid that was always running, but took the time for me.
Happy Hump Day!
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