My highschool sweetheart

I will make some effort to post about old sexual experiences, love stories and whatnot. Because what's happening right now in my love life is fucking lackluster and boring.

I will tell the story of my old highschool sweetheart, Blondie.

When Blondie and I met, I was full of confidence, and horny as hell. I was seeking intimate encounters, and I had already tasted my first sexual experience not that long before meeting her.

I asked her if she wanted to come to a party at my place, and she agreed. Fast forwarding from there, it took me one week from that party to have sex with her. She was not an easy shell to crack.

Her best friend, Marcie, and my best friend Matt, were both single so we hooked them up. She and I had sex on the roof of an elementary school, in the park, we had group sex at my place with Marcie and Matt, however I'm not sure if you can exactly call it that because we never really did any swapping. I should have taken advantage of that while I could have. Anyways, I hosted another little group sex thing, but this time Marcie and Darcie were parallel to Blondie and I.

Marcie was loud, and I lived in a little bachelor suit connected to a larger house. I'm sure everyone in the house knew what was going on, and I was very proud of it. Highschool stud, 17 years old hosting sex parties. It was awesome. Oh and that first party I invited Blondie to? Casey and some other random girl had sex in my bed. That bed got a lot of action at that time. I was quite jealous of Casey at that time. That girl was smoking hot.

Anyways, one of the issues with Blondie was that her ex boyfriend kept calling us. I kept asking her, "Why does he still call you?" She would answer: "Because I want to keep him as a friend. I think it would hurt him too much if I stopped talking to him."

God was I fucking stupid. He would call us during sex and my suspicion would grow as she would lie to him about where she was, what she was doing, and mention nothing of me. One time I answered the phone, she was saying "No! Don't answer it!" But I did. Then she whispered to me, "Don't tell him we're having sex."

The voice on the other end was of a very, very jealous and upset man. I met him a couple times afterwards and he was nothing short of psychotic. He carried a knife with him at all times, eventually stalked me, followed me to the gym, made threats on my life and got his friends involved in the threats as well. I still remember taking the bus to work a year later and some random guy came up to me. "Hey, are you [name]?"
-"Yeah, what's up?"
"You better watch your back."

O_O *gulp*

Anyways, I blindly fell in love with her. And I blindly ignored all the facts that were springing up and biting me in the face. Until one weekend. She disappeared. And I couldn't help but get the feeling that even Jeremy (the other boyfriend) couldn't get a hold of her either. It took the effort and honesty of two close friends to shatter the illusion.

Matt and Marcie came to my house, because I was contacting them, worried, and inquiring if they knew where Blondie was. They came to my house, sat me down and told me that she was still seeing Jeremy. That they had never actually broken up. That this weekend, she was having sex with some guy from church. "The blonde guy." Marcie added. I knew immediately who it was.

Now, I'm not much of a church person. But for Blondie, I was willing to go. When I did go, she and Marcie were fucking drooling over this guy. And I'll admit, he's taller than me, he has blonde hair, blue eyes and is stunningly attractive. That lucky motherfucker. He banged my girlfriend that weekend. Oh well :-/

After it finally hit me, I cried. I was disillusioned, she didn't love me as I did her. And then Marcie made her move. She wanted me, but I didn't want to be touched. The funny thing? Blondie and I still saw eachother. We kept it going all the way up to prom night. And that very night, I let loose. I let out the Anger Genie, mentioned in previous blog post entitled "Playing with the Devil."

I was drunk, I slammed Matt against a wall and pinned him there by his throat. I had a camera with me and I took snapshots of Blondie sitting against a wall, crying, shouting "Smile for the camera!" All the while, Marcie was shouting at me, "STOP BEING A PRICK! YOU'RE BEING AN ASSHOLE!"

I stepped outside, walked about ten feet through the pouring night rain, took shelter under a tree, sat down and cried. The music was still blaring inside the house. I got up, and walked back to my house, leaving all my belongings at Matt's place. I must have been wasted, because I don't even remember Blondie slipping into my bed that night.

The next day, she and I broke up. Holding eachother on my bed, tears welling in our eyes, we ended it.

Shortly after that, I moved to the other side of town, got a new job and cut off all ties. To Marcie. To Matt. And to Blondie. I even stopped talking to our mutual friend, Adam. But I couldn't stop talking to him forever, because I needed at least one friend. And Adam had been a good friend of mine for three years. To this day we still hang out on occasion.

So when I broke that seal of silence, Blondie was quick to pick up the lead. She found my new place, and when I came home from work one day, my landlady informed me that a girl was there, almost in tears, looking for me.

The next day she found me at my work, and she was dressed in the some of the sexiest clothing I had seen her in. God, I wanted her so badly. I was sex starved. But I held my stance. She asked me what time I got off work, and made sure of it: "You're not lying are you? You better not be." There was no point in lying, I knew she'd just come find me again.

After work, we went for a walk. She was pretty upset. "Do you know what it feels like to have someone just cut you out of their life? DO YOU?!" I didn't give a fuck. I should have said, "Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you love?"

Anyways, we couldn't be friends. I was wayyyy too horny of a seventeen year old to handle being friends with my ex girlfriend. Way too jealous. Way too possessive. She made me promise her to never have sex with Marcie, and I made that promise. It's a promise I regret to this day, because I really did miss out. Marcie came to my place on day and just took her shirt and bra off, and just sat there on my bed, half naked. She was a beauty, and I felt a strong sexual connection to her. Despite our mutual attraction I passed her up like a chump. A loyal chump mind you; loyal to Blondie. Loyal to my word.

When Blondie and I finished our talk after I got off work that one special day, she said to me, "I hope you do find the right person." I responded, "I don't think I'm going to see anyone again for a long time."

From the age of seventeen to twenty-one, I didn't so much as hold hands with a girl. I didn't get a single kiss, a single blow-job, no sex, nothing. Almost four years of nothing. And then finally someone came to me. Gave my brother her email address and told him to give it to me. She and I eventually had sex on webcam in front of a group of complete strangers. We fucked till my dick was chaffed. But anyways, perhaps I can save that expedition for a later blog post. Goodnight.