Chapter 2

Oh, and I was a virgin.

Like, completely and totally. Never felt up anyone, never slipped my tongue into anyone’s mouth. I wasn’t weird or anything; I was just…shy? Introverted? From a boring, conservative coastal town? And probably gay. And about to prove that very point in the next few minutes.

Mindy patted the spot on her bed next to where she sat. We both laughed—partly at the cliché’d nature of the situation, and partly from amaretto-induced light-headedness. I sat next to her, my right shoulder touching her left. I gazed around her room. Hello Kitty paraphernalia adorned the walls, and the color pink predominated the décor.

Mindy lived in residence during the school year. Nevertheless, neither her mom nor she had any inclination to redecorate her childhood room. The two of them had issues about letting go of stuff, but this isn’t Mindy’s story, so I’ll just leave it at that.

I felt a pair of fingers tiptoe across my right thigh and I shut my eyes tight. Here we go

The first few kisses were light—just little pecks. Testing the waters, you might say. I planted tender, moist lip-prints as I explored her face: her chin, the tip of her nose, her velvet-smooth dimpled cheeks. Peripherally, I was aware of a twitching in my pants—my guy was waking up. I found my way to her lips, using mine to tug ever-so-gently on them.

To my virgin astonishment, I continued to get aroused. Blood flooded my face, my member; my breath shortened, coming in little gasps. I was turned on by a woman!I was happy to just roll with it. Maybe Mindy had been right all along?

Then she launched her attack.

She grabbed me by both ears, wrenching my face toward hers. Her tongue surged past my unprepared lips, penetrating through the portcullis of my teeth, filling my mouth with warm, fleshy wetness. I nearly choked on the spot.

The thought it’s so big!raced through my mind as I struggled to present a defense. Blood flow to my member ceased immediately, confused suddenly by signals from my under-siege brain. Finally, I was able to mobilize my own tongue, struggling to force hers out. It only made her more aggressive. She swiveled to face me, squeezing in closer, even as my back arched away. I groaned, but not with passion. There was a thick, slimy worm of flesh invading my mouth, and it wasn’t blowing my mind. Wow—if this is kissing, it sorta sucks.

Mercifully, I toppled over backward, dislodging the enormous annelid. Mindy sucked in a breath, looking flushed and primed for more action, whipping her leg over the top of my prone form. In a bit of a blur, my shirt flew off, followed quickly by my shorts and boxers. Somehow, there was still life in my penis, and Mindy took that for an invitation. She dove deep onto my semi-hard cock, giving it what for. What followed wasn’t unpleasant, admittedly. My body definitely signaled its appreciation for her ministrations. But then came my turn to reciprocate.

She’d stripped off her panties, and rolled onto her back with her legs spread, inviting me in. Oh, my God. Without pausing to think, I went right in. A women’s anatomy had never piqued my interest, so I didn’t exactly have a roadmap of where to go. I set my tongue loose and let it do its thing, squeezing my eyes shut in the process. Immediately, I was assailed by the taste and the smell. Uh oh, I thought, willing my gag reflex to settle. Let’s just get through this in one piece.Soon, my shortness of breath was due to dizziness rather than smokin’ hot passion. I had to stop. I just felt…lostdown here. This was not where I belonged.

I came up for a quick breath of fresh air, but Mindy was having none of it. She wrapped her legs around my torso and, WWE-style, whipped me onto my back. Another groan slipped out of my mouth, even as mounds of flesh descended upon me, instantly suffocating me. I opened my mouth, and I thinka nipple slipped in. I was sucking on a breast. This is the last straw.

“Good lord in heaven—stop, stop, STOP!” I muffled loudly. She immediately pulled off, looking at me, panting heavily. My chest was heaving in kind, but for a different reason.

“Wha—?” She moaned, matted hair hanging down from her flushed face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, straining to control my roiling stomach.

“That’s enough, Min. Get off me, please.” I pushed at her, and she complied, rolling onto the bed next to me. Through sweaty eyelashes, I looked at her naked form. I swear to God, I loved the girl, but I just wasn’t programmed to respond to her lady bits. I. Was. Gay.