He was 25, I was 18.
He was 25, I was 18. I was bored with guys my age. They were boring and horribly vanilla in the sack. I think I was a little scary. We went at it like bunnies for about three months. He liked it when I bite him and I liked it when he played king-of-the-hill/fight-for-the-top. Sadly then I got really sick (for totally unrelated reasons) and had to drop of college and to move home.

We still talk online and on the phone and occasionally we end up teasing each other to the point of agony. He's my first in lots of things and I would definitely fuck him again right now if I could. The only time it weirded me out that he was seven years older than me is when he mentioned being in junior high when I was kindergarten. Actually, he thought I was in my 20's when he first asked me out and he freaked a little when he found out I was only 18.
(Kitanne, Sat 6 Dec 2008, 2:39, Reply)