I must've been about 19...
...and inbetween my first serious girlfriend (nightmare) and the only female true love I had up until I discovered that I prefer blokes. I think I've mentioned this very briefly in another post ages ago.

Her name was Julie, a friend of my step-sister-in-law, about 35 or 36 and with two kids by a guy who by this time had been out of the picture for some time. I went to her place with my SSIL on the way to the supermarket whilst she sorted some hamper shenanigans out with her. She mentioned in passing that she never gets to talk to anyone and is stuck in the house all the time. I said that she should come to the pub where I was working one night. She brightened considerably. After her business with my SSIL was done, we buggered off to the supermarket (I offered to help SSIL home with the shopping as my stepbrother had damaged his arm - otherwise I would never have been there) and I thought nothing more of it.

A week or so later, I was passing her place and saw her in the doorway so stopped to talk. She invited me in for a glass of wine and having no plans I accepted. We talked over more than one glass until it got dark and she put her kids to bed. From then, we gradually got closer and closer on the sofa until one moment where we turned to face one another and our faces were inches apart - well, what else could we do?

We kissed and things got gradually more heated until she asked me to stay. I was still staying at my Mum's at the time so I called her to tell her I was crashing at a friend's place. I barely had time to put the phone down before she dragged me upstairs. I don't even remember us getting undressed, it was that quick. What followed lasted more than two hours however, and I was totally fucked in more ways than one by the time she let me go to sleep.

I carried on seeing her for about four weeks, and burned a few hundred thousand calories in her company. She taught me a lot, oh yes.

It ended after one night when she was just getting started, on top of me and halfway down my dick when she mentioned casually that her IUD had been playing up and was subsequently removed a few days earlier. She hadn't wanted to see me for almost a week before and I'd been wondering why because previously she'd kept me a willing prisoner in her bed about 2-3 nights per week.

Well, now I knew, and klaxons were going off in my head. We weren't using any protection and the thought of siring a kid at 19 years old completely shut me down.

My little fella basically collapsed under her in seconds and no matter what she tried she couldn't coax it back to life again. She was visibly disappointed and a little annoyed but she let me stay that one last night anyway. We had the talk the next morning and the result was her feeling fairly nonplussed and a little used and me partly a bit of a twat but mostly relieved to have dodged the family bullet at that age. We didn't talk for a couple of years after that.

After those couple of years we passed in the street and had a bit of a chat on a nearby bench. I tried to apologise for my rather unsavoury exit but she told me she'd forgiven me for being an immature prick and realised that considering a serious relationship with me then was a big mistake. I took no offense - she was right on both counts.

However, she did say that I was good fun in bed and if I fancied paying her a visit sometime then she'd crack open a bottle for us and we could get nostalgic. I was with who was to be my last girlfriend at the time, I don't cheat and told her this. She was pleased that I seemed to have grown up some. After a hug and a peck on the cheek we went on our merry ways.

I hear she got married to a guy a couple of years older than her and they moved away too - they're still together now, more than 15 years after that last chat. Good for her, I say.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:45, 4 replies)

Eh?
Hang on.... She comes off birth control, doesn't tell you until you're about to do the deed, at which point you (sensibly) decide it's not worth the risk...

...and she gets pissed off with you and calls you an immature prick? WTF?

She sounds like an manipulative bunny boiler!
(ragged, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:55, closed)

Nah...
...bunny boiler would have been true if she'd only told me when she'd tested pregnant and I had no other choice but to do the honourable thing. As it was, she was just a bit ditzy and had a fondness for me and my little fella. Can't damn her for that.

One of the things she tried after her revelation was to offer the use of a condom, but it was too late - my little fella was locked into 'Babies? NOOOOOOO!' mode by then and wouldn't be placated by any means. Besides, the immature prick bit was probably more to do with the manner of our parting the next morning (I admit that I didn't handle it very well) than the fact that sudden baby-danger shut my parts down for the night.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:01, closed)

just what i thort
except the bunny boiler bit
(panlover, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:12, closed)

thort?

(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:35, closed)