This is the story of the first time BF and I had sex, a week after we started dating. Normally–assuming both people are mature and experienced in matters of love and/or sex– I don’t think it’s a big deal to sleep with someone on the first night, but in this situation since it was clear early on that we might become more than a one-night stand, we agreed to hold off on sex for as long as possible. He was thinking two weeks, I was thinking one, and goddamnit, if I want it I WANT IT NOW.
BF and I had been dating for one week. There was a huge concert he wanted to go to in another major city in Texas, which conveniently was the city where my folks live. I kept asking him if he was ok with us staying with Mom overnight, and he swore up and down he didn’t mind, in fact he looked forward to meeting my mother. If anything, he was disappointed that my dad and younger brother were out of town, because he had wanted to meet them too (I assume so that he could have a nice rounded picture of where my quirks, twitches, and bizarre sense of humor came from).
We drove there, had a blast getting rained on at the concert, spent the night (which included the cliche showing-naked-baby-photos to BF), and drove back the next day.
It had been torture sleeping in separate beds and knowing each other’s bodies were in the same house (granted we were in opposite corners and different floors of that house), so we were more horny than usual driving the many hours back home. Teasing each other was no help. When I drove, he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt; while he drove, I slipped my fingers underneath my skirt and inside and and then brought them to his lips for him to suck on.
About an hour and a half into the trip we reached a horrible traffic jam clogging both of the two lanes for miles, which was strange considering we weren’t even in any towns. Just lots of fields and cows. We waited and teased each other for about twenty minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer and said Fuck this. I took the next exit and began driving down the countless veins of dirt country roads. BF merely raised an eyebrow and sat back, rubbing my leg and then also himself.
We were looking for somewhere discreet to pull over, which I had thought would be an easy task considering the number of trees, empty roads, and power of my sheer will for sex RIGHT NOW. But guddamnsomumbitch (how my grandfather taught me to curse when really frustrated), there was NO WHERE to pull over for a discreet quickie. For being such an empty place in the middle of Buttfuck, Texas, there were lots of houses, passing cars, and eight year-olds driving four-wheelers.
After an hour of this we were hopelessly desperately lost, pissed off, and horny as fuck. I was ready to drag BF out of the car into a field where we could fuck like rabbits amongst a circle of cows shielding us from sight of nearby roads. Unfortunately, BF was not feeling as adventurous or frustrated. Apparently he was not concerned about blue balls.
After another half hour of driving we saw a pull-off area somewhat concealed from the main road by a huge fallen branch. I was beyond pissy and had therefore lost all patience and capacity for rational thought. The pool of wetness between my legs was in charge and it demanded DICK RIGHT NOW. I pulled over, told BF to get in the back seat immediately, dug a condom out of the reservoir in my purse, and climbed into the back on top of him.
We giggled, we kissed, we caressed, we laughed at the cows perving on us, we removed clothes, we began to find each other’s rhythm, we pressed into each other, still laughing, forgetting about everything outside the car.
Just as my naked tattooed ass was rocking up and down in the window, we heard a car drive by, stop suddenly, and drive back in reverse toward us.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt.
We scrambled to cover ourselves, in case it was a cop or hick armed with The Bible with which to beat our heathen souls into our right minds. As the truck pulled back up next to us, we automatically went to separate ends of the back seat like guilty teenagers, our faces blushing with embarassment and upcoming shame. A guy our age poked his head out the window to peer at us, then he burst out laughing as he turned to the passenger to say “That’s what I thought they were doing!!”
They drove off into the hillbilly sunset, laughing all the way.
